I remember that day so very well, still. The litany of crimes. A list of broken promises so long, flying from your mouth like a sudden scattering of doves. I'll probably never fully forgive myself. But God doesn't see all those things. He and my wife love me in ways that I can't even begin to reconcile.
The sad thing about my depression is that I can feel it start to envelop me. I get anxious, I try to fight it, but ultimately, I am forced to give in. I can feel my personality shatter. And it makes everything a little bit worse.