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Returning to the Roots of This

 I started this blog to have a place to talk about mental illness and being a Christian. I still have bipolar disorder. I am very stable ninety-nine percent of the time. Dealing with racing thoughts and anxiety currently. I had reduced my lithium dose a little back in November and now I am getting back to my prior dosage. All to get to why I am writing.

Why do Christians think mental health is a spiritual illness. It’s not. The brain isn’t functioning correctly and that imbalance is causing my symptoms. The Spiritual can definitely impact us especially when we are symptomatic. However, it’s like aggravating an already damaged area. Meaning the devil most certainly takes advantage of weakness to attack me when I am unwell. Even after sending him on his way, I still have to deal with the daily struggle of my actual illness until everything calms down again. Then deal with Christians who want to pray away my brain functions. God made me this way! Unless and until He chooses to change that …to Him be the glory. I don’t think bipolar needs to be fixed just treated. I need to be able to think straight and remember basic things. I don’t need to think the same way everyone else does. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. God’s grace is sufficient for me. Please consider it. If I am wrong, God will make that clear. But the more I see the uniqueness of individuals, the more I see we need to stop trying to pray away God’s designs.

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