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...I have a terrible reputation around here. And yet...I need to get into a church. Or I think I do.
Its like this...I should have been sent to a state mental hospital years ago. Now, I'm in recovery. The shrinks who didn't send me to the state mental hospital say I had a severe personality disorder and now I have schizophrenia. The shrinks who are treating me say I'm in recovery from severe Bipolar I, which, in my case, includes a total and complete psychotic break, with lingering problems.
OK. Its like...I apparently "don't know my place," I'm "uppity," etc. I'm just recovering, that's all. I go to Liberty online, which is a huge blessing. I live with my ever lovin' mama and daddy, which is another huge blessing. At my old place, a little apt. over a garage my parents bought for me, people started stealing my mail and yelling stuff at me.
I thought a Pentecostal church would be best, but now I have my doubts. I'm a celibate former gay. I'm not effeminate or a flamer anymore, but...with my reputation...I'm wondering if a more liberal church would be better. I was raised PCUSA and a couple years ago, the current minister @ the local PCUSA church emailed me a couple times. I still have his addy, so I'm wondering...wondering...wondering....
This is so strange. I think I've only recently acknowledged: yes, this is what severe mental illness looks like. And I'm just now recovering from what a psychotic break that destroyed my personality, from involuntary electroshock that destroyed my memories. Ugh.
Its hard to be lucid, yet mentally ill. People expect you to know your place or live in poverty or...you get the picture. And because I did drugs back in the day and generally led a sinful life, a lot of people blame me for everything. I can't blame them. I mean, drugs sometimes = madness. Then again, all that electroshock probably didn't help, either, but...whatever...
...please pray that I find, if not a church, then supportive, Christian people to hang out with and talk to. I spend my days in my parents' rather nice house, sometimes doing work for Liberty, coming back to reality slowly, but surely, and only by Christ's grace.
Please also pray that, since I'm here at least until I've recovered enough to have a job and be somewhat autonomous, that my community calms down when it comes to their animosity towards me. I wasn't a good person, and I was a convenient target (ugly, poor, stupid, former junkie), so people really put me through Hell on earth. My mind broke at 23, and I'm just now recovering.
I really don't know what I'm supposed to do. Nobody liked me before I went crazy. Now, I'm lucid, I'm surprisingly smart (hey, who needs brain cells?, lol), and I have a completely different personality, and...
...nobody cares. If anything, God's work in my life offends their sensibilities.
Please pray.
Its like this...I should have been sent to a state mental hospital years ago. Now, I'm in recovery. The shrinks who didn't send me to the state mental hospital say I had a severe personality disorder and now I have schizophrenia. The shrinks who are treating me say I'm in recovery from severe Bipolar I, which, in my case, includes a total and complete psychotic break, with lingering problems.
OK. Its like...I apparently "don't know my place," I'm "uppity," etc. I'm just recovering, that's all. I go to Liberty online, which is a huge blessing. I live with my ever lovin' mama and daddy, which is another huge blessing. At my old place, a little apt. over a garage my parents bought for me, people started stealing my mail and yelling stuff at me.
I thought a Pentecostal church would be best, but now I have my doubts. I'm a celibate former gay. I'm not effeminate or a flamer anymore, but...with my reputation...I'm wondering if a more liberal church would be better. I was raised PCUSA and a couple years ago, the current minister @ the local PCUSA church emailed me a couple times. I still have his addy, so I'm wondering...wondering...wondering....
This is so strange. I think I've only recently acknowledged: yes, this is what severe mental illness looks like. And I'm just now recovering from what a psychotic break that destroyed my personality, from involuntary electroshock that destroyed my memories. Ugh.
Its hard to be lucid, yet mentally ill. People expect you to know your place or live in poverty or...you get the picture. And because I did drugs back in the day and generally led a sinful life, a lot of people blame me for everything. I can't blame them. I mean, drugs sometimes = madness. Then again, all that electroshock probably didn't help, either, but...whatever...
...please pray that I find, if not a church, then supportive, Christian people to hang out with and talk to. I spend my days in my parents' rather nice house, sometimes doing work for Liberty, coming back to reality slowly, but surely, and only by Christ's grace.
Please also pray that, since I'm here at least until I've recovered enough to have a job and be somewhat autonomous, that my community calms down when it comes to their animosity towards me. I wasn't a good person, and I was a convenient target (ugly, poor, stupid, former junkie), so people really put me through Hell on earth. My mind broke at 23, and I'm just now recovering.
I really don't know what I'm supposed to do. Nobody liked me before I went crazy. Now, I'm lucid, I'm surprisingly smart (hey, who needs brain cells?, lol), and I have a completely different personality, and...
...nobody cares. If anything, God's work in my life offends their sensibilities.
Please pray.