Throughout most of my life I have believed that science was behind everything. Any mental problems I had was due to something being wrong in my brain… just like any other illness.
Eight years ago I joined my church. However, I had to leave after a few months because I was moving, and kept moving. Mental Health wise, it was tragic. So many things were going on, and my self-esteem plummeted.
I moved back into the area where my church is. I started a job a month after I moved, but I had to work every other weekend. So I went to church every other week. By September, however, I mentally caved, and had a trip to the mental ward of the hospital. By December, I had quit my job with no other job lined up.
I’m not going to get into 5 years of things happening, but in the fall of last year, I started going to church every weekend again. I still held onto the belief that medication was the only thing keeping my head above water. And I was struggling.
At one point, however, there came a time of complete trust in faith and God while I started a new medication. Both of these at the same time. So when I thought about it, I didn’t know what happened. Was it medication or faith?
Everyone had different opinions about it, and weren’t afraid to share them. I’ve been thinking myself too. I think it was both.
Prayer was for my doctors, so that they would find the answer and I’d put on the right medication. It was to make sure I was going in the right direction, and that I would get appropriate help. And that, I believe, worked. I finally got a combination of meds that made me feel almost normal again. I still had some symptoms, but I was so much better.
So, I think that if you believe, you ask for things that help you physically. If not, you go through medications until you might find the right one. One of them takes a lot longer than the other. But either way, be your own cheerleader. You will get through this.