Uphill battles

When we face trials we are tempted to ask the question, "Why me?" I don't think that I necessarily have asked this question in relation to difficulties that I have faced, but now I find myself asking it. "Why?" I have had such a great time the past six months. My depression had been under control and gone. Then slowly the symptoms return, so soon, too soon. I don't want to be a burden to anyone my family, my friends. I don't want to have this for the rest of my life and yet I feel somewhere that this is to make me stronger.

Abi just had a blister on her foot and to empathize I showed her the blister that I had gotten a few weeks ago. She commented that the skin was still red and so it must hurt. I told her that no, there was no pain anymore and touched it to show her that the skin that had been hurt by the blister had grown back and was stronger than the skin around it that hadn't been hurt in the first place. Maybe I just need this experience as one to make me humble enough to discover gospel principles that I otherwise may have missed. Maybe my skin needs to be toughened up as I have become a little too soft lately. Who knows? What I do know is that I must continue forward with a "perfect brightness of hope" that "all these things will give [me] experience and be for [my] good."