Good Mood:
The New Psychology
of Overcoming Depression
CHAPTER 16
RELIGIOUS
CONVERSION CAN CURE DEPRESSION
So far we have talked about
rational, planned-out tactics
for battling against your
depression. But some people's
depressions--especially deep
depressions--disappear suddenly
and miraculously, without
systematic battles and often
with great drama. Such cures
fit into the broad framework of
Self- Comparisons Analysis.
The most dramatic cures are
religious conversions,
especially those of Christians
and most especially of
Protestants. The cases of John
Bunyan, and of the Quaker
founder, George Fox, are famous
because they described their
salvations in autobiographies.
William James analyzed and
described this phenomenon
brilliantly. The process of
religious conversion for a
depressive appears to happen as
follows: The person suffers and
suffers and suffers some more,
from a sense of unworthiness or
sin or alcoholism or worldly
failure. All the while the
person strives with all his
might to overcome the failures
and the feeling of
unworthiness, but with no
success. Then finally the
person gives up, because he or
she comes to believe that the
struggle cannot be won;
emotional exhaustion
accompanies the giving up.
(James emphasizes the
exhaustion.) Then after the
person surrenders up hope and
struggle, there suddenly occurs
a process of relaxation and
inner peace.
I felt this happen once, six
months after depression hit me,
a time when I was in constant
and total despair. My wife and
I went to the country to visit
friends for a weekend, the
first time we had been away
since the crisis had begun, and
we slept outside on the ground.
When I woke in the morning I
saw a shiny leaf and I heard a
bird trill, the first time in
half a year I had taken
pleasure in a simple work of
nature or humankind. I felt a
radiant, delicious inner peace.
The closest to this feeling in
a more common context is the
peace and gratitude one feels
upon receiving news that a
much-feared tragedy has not
come to pass. One also feels a
similar, though less intense,
relaxation when one meditates
after having been tense. For
intellectual and other reasons,
however, I was not a candidate
for a religious conversion.
Perhaps for that reasons, after
a matter of hours, I was back
in despair. Yet I had at least
experienced the feeling of
redemption.
As I understand it, a person
who believes in the existence
of an active personal God
identifies the extraordinary
experience of inner peace with
the manifestation of God in the
person's life and body. The
feeling is
"heavenly," and it
seems reasonable to a believer
that only God could create this
amazing reversal of emotional
fortune. Here are a few
examples culled from the
extraordinary collection by
James, many of them taken in
turn from Leuba. Here is the
case of an alcoholic:
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One Tuesday evening
I sat in a saloon in
Harlem, a homeless,
friendless, dying
drunkard. I had pawned
or sold everything that
would bring a drink. I
could not sleep unless
I was dead drunk. I had
not eaten for days, and
for four nights
preceding I had
suffered with delirium
tremens, or the
horrors, from midnight
till morning. I had
often said, "I
will never be a tramp.
I will never be
cornered, for when that
time comes, if ever it
comes, I will find a
home in the bottom of
the river," But
the Lord so ordered it
that when that time did
come I was not able to
walk one quarter of the
way to the river. As I
sat there thinking, I
seemed to feel some
great and mighty
presence. I did not
know then what it was.
I did learn afterwards
that it was Jesus, the
sinner's friend. I
walked up to the bar
and pounded it with my
fist till I made the
glasses rattle. Those
who stood by drinking
looked on with scornful
curiosity. I said I
would never take
another drink, if I
died on the street, and
really I felt as though
that would happen
before morning. Some-
thing said," If
you want to keep this
promise, go and have
yourself locked
up." I went to the
nearest stationhouse
and had myself locked
up.
I was placed in a
narrow cell, and it
seemed as though all
the demons that could
find room came in that
place with me. This was
not all the company I
had either. No, praise
the Lord; that dear
Spirit that came to me
in the saloon was
present, and said,
Pray. I did pray, and
though I did not feel
any great help, I kept
on praying. As soon as
I was able to leave my
cell I was taken to the
police court and
remanded back to the
cell. I was finally
released, and found my
way to my brother's
house, where every care
was given me. While
lying in bed the
admonishing Spirit
never left me, and when
I arose the following
Sabbath morning I felt
that day would decide
my fate, and toward
evening it came into my
head to go to Jerry
M'Auley's Mission. I
went. The house was
packed, and with great
difficulty I made my
way to the space near
the platform. There I
saw the apostle to the
drunkard and the
outcast--that man of
God, Jerry M'Auley. He
rose, and amid deep
silence told his
experience. There was a
sincerity about this
man that carried
conviction with it, and
I found myself saying,
"I wonder if God
can save me?" I
listened to the
testimony of
twenty-five or thirty
persons, every one of
whom had been saved
from rum, and I made up
my mind that I would be
saved or die right
there. When the
invitation was given, I
knelt down with a crowd
of drunkards. Jerry
made the first prayer.
Then Mrs. M'Auley
prayed fervently for
us. Oh, what a conflict
was going on for my
poor soul. A blessed
whisper said,
"Come"; the
devil said, "Be
careful." I halted
but a moment, and then,
with a breaking heart,
I said, "Dear
Jesus, can you help
me?" Never with
mortal tongue can I
describe that moment.
Although up to that
moment my soul had been
filled with
indescribable gloom, I
felt the glorious
brightness of the
noonday sun shine into
my heart. I felt I was
a free man. Oh, the
precious feeling of
safety, of freedom, of
resting on Jesus! I
felt that Christ with
all his brightness and
power had come into my
life; that, indeed, old
things had passed away
and all things had
become new.
From that moment
till now I have never
wanted a drink of
whiskey, and I have
never seen money enough
to make me take one. I
promised God that night
that if he would take
away the appetite for
strong drink, I would
work for him all my
life. He has done his
part, and I have been
trying to do
mine".1
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