evidence: Those words left my skin flushed hot and nausea rising in my throat. I’d tried, so hard, to make myself better. I just kept failing. [...] To some, it might have sounded like a death sentence. But not to me. It was a first-time promise of life. That whisper in my heart, "The darkness may always be there," told me to stop fighting to fix myself. [...] Those words released so much guilt and fear. They pledged that I’m not so profoundly screwed up that the God of the universe would ever back away. He isn’t afraid of my depression. He doesn’t shrink from the darkness.