We are in need of many perfections of faith, and so often we can’t see in ourselves what we are lacking. Our spirit feels the presence of the void, and yet we can’t put that emptiness into words. As we kneel to pray, in the presence of such wounds, there is only unsettled silence because we are at a loss for words to express our inner suffering, and in that moment of despair and heartbreak, when our soul feels like it is being rent in two, the tears and groans well up in us, and the Holy Spirit begins to pray for us. He is our helper, and in merciful intercession, He prays in ways that we alone find ourselves unable. Does this sound familiar? Have we wrongly recognized a spiritual hole within ourselves as being human depression?