Help me to pick up this tragedy,
To raise up my grief,
Help me defeat this illness.
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For this disorder robs me,
It ravages my soul every day without end.
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Eternal One, please help me transform this war,
Raging inside my mind and soul, into a fire that drives me.
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A raging fire to enact Your mitzvot,
A fire that reminds me of my sorrow I have faced, so that my heart may never become hardened.
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For the sun shines in the heavens above,
But I do not see it.
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For I have a roof over my head,
But I am still cold.
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For my soul is restored to me for another day,
But I just want the sun to set again.
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For my depression is a wicked thing,
But I am taking this horrid thing, and trying to use it to repair a world far from peace.
