as a Christian who is also--and only by the grace of God--a psychiatric survivor (no, really...its 'a thing,' as the kids say...cosult The Google for more...), I have to say...
Scripture, prayer...Jesus, basically...may not "heal depression," but then again...neither does the mental health industry. talk and pills are often equally ineffective, as in...both co$t, both have serious risks (bad talking treatments can be just as toxic as a bad prescribed treatment, imho), and both often fail to make much of a dent in "depression," even going by the psych industry's very own scales.
why the " "? because...these are not brain diseases, OK? if a problem shows up on a brain scan, a real doctor deals with...same if something shows up on blood work. the witch doctors get called in when there are no bona fide biological abnormalities...
and then they often -create- very real health problems, thru the magic of their 'treatments.' I say this as someone who once had -obvious- brain damage, much of it from coerced and then involuntary treatment ('tardive dyskinesia' from a then new on the market 'atypical'...what fun!). and...
I'm not a big fan of the IQ scale, overall, but...its what I Have to work with, so here goes...
I was estimated to have a 120ish IQ to start with, right? right. bright, could manage a 4 year degree...and then, post-psychiatric 'treatment,' I clocked in at maybe a 95 IQ, complete with the facial tics and dead eyes, addictions to drugs prescribed by 'well-regarded' psychiatrists, all kinds of labels and stigma, plus my psychiatrists never bothered to help me get treatment for HIV+, then they kicked me off my parents' insurance (I was 20), so I could not get treatment, and...and...
well, I had been under the impression that Jesus was some dude people talked about when they weren't complaining about the gays (I'm a non-active homosexual) and/or doing ecstasy or taking bong hits before youth services. ok. but...thankfully, I ended up at a Christian rehab facility instead of prison or the state hospital at age 24-25. and then...
blah blah blah, Jesus made Himself known to me at age 28, while i was out on bond...for a -serious- case involving a former psychiatrist. got saved, and...
8 years later, I'm 36. labeled as "Schizophrenic" in my community, and somehow...its my fault. oh well. can't work, largely because I was so -physically- sick, for so long, not to mention I"d been involuntarily electroshocked back to the stone age, at 20 and then again at age 23. and now...
His ways are higher than my way, obviously. I desperately wanted out of the psych industry, especially after the 1st over priced, for profit facility. then I was put in a private psych ward age 23. ugh :-( you can run, but you can't hide...
truth? The Lord has willed to make me surprisingly healthy. bright eyed. I somehow have a "high IQ" estimate and/or "he is extremely intelligent," so...God is Love, after all. and...
ordinarily, a 'trouble maker' ends up healthy (no treatment for HIV+, btw...its only been 16 years, lol) and smart, etc., I'd be committed in a jiffy. but...again: His ways are higher than my ways, and...
I have the "Schizophrenia" label, but I also have my parents. and my own modest, safe place (it belongs to my parents, not me). and...
ugh. here where I live, I get taunted with lies and psych jibber jabber, daily. 'narcissistic,' 'malingering,' 'junkie,' 'should have paid out of pocket' (no, really), and then "Dr.(old Catholic shrink who hates me) says he hates himself" and "Dr.(same one) says he's vacuous" and..
blah blah blah. did I mention that at the 1st hospital, the 'experts' wanted to put me in a homeless shelter, after having just been diagnosed HIV+ and having been heavily shocked? yeah..my parents nixed that, and...
the shrinks and their army of darkness tried to ruin their careers. ugh. drama, drama, drama...what was really rough? being blamed for the -whole thing- , because that's what shrinks do...somehow, its always the patient's fault. not just me, trust me.
God is Love. My parents ended up retiring well to do, I walked away from a wretched existence with a class A misdemeanor and probation, and now...
well, it would appear that in Christ...I have freedom and a lot of '..the desires of my heart...,' and the "Schizophrenia" label is just..??? a lot of people who survive psychiatry end up stuck with labels, doing what we/they can to stay healthy and alive...and out of hospitals, which often means having to deal with the outpatient junk. at least that way, its more on our/their terms, vs the harsh, draconian junk that happens in hospitals. blah. thankfully, I've never been committed, never been to a state facility (totally elitist, but it matters...harder to control someone who's never been in a state facility), and I have only been in a hospital 2x, the last well over 10 years ago, and..and...
blah blah blah. it isn't medicine. there's nothing scientific about it, either. the pills? ugh. my personal advice would be to avid messing with one's brain chemistry, when at all possible. and...if one needs a fix, for a season, talk to a family doctor about it. there's actually been research on this...family doctors can get the job done, they usually use lower doses and they do a better job with monitoring. true story.
ramble, ramble...my dreams of being set free have oddly come true...even with the labels. that's because of Jesus and my loving, long suffering, kind and generous parents...
most definitely -not- because of psychiatrists or the talking 'professionals.'
say no to psychiatry!