I just began reading The Life of William Cowper, by Thomas Wright. It's an older book, originally published in 1892.
In the chapter entitled, "The First Derangement," Wright uses Cowper's own words regarding his first major depressive episode. You can tell the book was written a long time ago. No one today would dream of referring to mental illness as a "derangement."
Cowper describes his first bout with depression:
"In this state of mind, I continued near a twelvemonth, when, having experienced the inefficacy of all human means, I at length betook myself to God in prayer: such is the rank which our Redeemer holds in our esteem, never resorted to but in the last instance, when all creatures have failed to succour us. My hard heart was at length softened, and my stubborn knees brought to bow; I composed a set of prayers and made frequent use of them. Weak as my faith was, the Almighty, who will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax, was gracious pleased to hear me."
Isn't that the truth? Isn't it all too often that we wait to bow the knee until we've exhausted all other avenues of help? Cowper recognized his own folly, and that is was a reflection of how he regarded his Redeemer.
He was also right that no matter how weak or faith, God hears us when we cry out to him.