What Depression Means to Me: Trust Button


Gentle Reader,

It’s easy for others to become offended when they discover that I am a suspicious person. They take the lack of trust very personally. In some cases, this is warranted; some people really aren’t worthy of trust and they know it. That’s their problem. Most of the time, however, the lack of trust has nothing to do with the current people in my social sphere. No, the inability to freely connect has roots stretching far beyond the present. That’s my problem.

Few things are more difficult to fix than a broken trust button. It can be smashed any number of ways, but all of them ultimately fall under one heading: betrayal.

Betrayal colors everything. No matter how much I want to be in this moment, no matter how much I long for deeper intimacy with this friend, there is always the nagging fear of further pain. Will ___________ turn out to be like ___________, who did _________? There’s really no way to answer that question until the situation either does or doesn’t happen. In yet another way in which I don’t understand myself, I choose to associate with people who will do the exact same things as those who have hurt me before. Not only do I not trust, but I don’t believe myself to be worthy of relationships where trust can grow.

A broken trust button isn’t something that can be fixed overnight. It’s not as simple as popping it back into place. It is a delicate thing, to take the little pieces and glue them back together. It takes time. It takes energy. I think I can speak for all depressed people when I say that this isn’t the time to ask about the status of relationships or to engage in heated debate. This isn’t the time to stir up drama. A trust button can only be fixed in the hands of God – His time and His way. I have to cooperate with the process. Others should respect it.

My journey to faith. (15)

For all the posts in the What Depression Means to Me series, go here.


One thought on “What Depression Means to Me: Trust Button

  1. Another thing to consider, some of us grew up trusting people that were never trustworthy. When this happens, our trust button is broken, but not shattered. It is broken in the sense that it is always engaged. I can’t count the number of times I have shared deeply personal and fragile secrets with someone that I hardly knew. I also have the tendency to share with people who repeatedly crush my fragile heart.

    Many of us have broken trust buttons, either smashed or stuck ones. It’s really easy for those of us with smashed buttons to be offended when trust isn’t served to us on a silver platter because this is what we offer. Just because we offer it doesn’t mean that it needs to be reciprocated. Instead, let’s learn from a plant seed how a friendship grows. Nothing blossoms and produces ripe fruit overnight. A healthy new friendship will yield trust sprouts. As those are tended and cared for, we can see them unfold leaves, strong stems, flower buds and so forth, but there is no magic fast forward button.

    Patience is difficult, but the blessings that come with it make it all worthwhile.



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