This morning, during my devotions or meditation or just-shutting-up time, I read another chapter in Nadia Bolz-Weber's latest book (already a best-seller), Accidental Saints. The chapter is entitled, "Frances" which is the name she assigned to a demon in her life: depression.
. . . at one point in my life, my own depression had felt so present, so much like a character in my life, that it had actually felt right to go ahead and give her a name. I named my depression Frances because she moved in with me around the same time as the birth of Frances Bean, the daughter of Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain. But I picture my Frances as Courtney Love herself: emaciated in her town vintage nightgown and smeared lipstick . . .
She's s bit of a dope fiend, Frances, but it ends up there is one drug that she doesn't like. It's called Wellbutrin. Two weeks after my therapist prescribed it, the bitch was gone.
Like Nadia, I have the demon of depression in my life, and like Nadia, I'm taking Wellbutrin to try and kick its hideous ass out of my life so it will stop kicking mine. However, unlike Nadia, just when I think I've got my depression under control, the bitch comes back.
I need a name for my demon. I'm not certain why; probably to acknowledge that its a real character in my life. By naming her depression, "Frances," Nadia became more empowered to tell Frances "in the name of Jesus to piss off."
Please submit your name suggestion for my demon and tell me why it would be appropriate. Thanks much.