So you have reared your ugly head again.
It breaks my heart when I see or hear of people saying this to people who struggle with mental illness.
What do you think when you hear the term “mentally ill”? Stigma can make it difficult for people to accept that they need help. I’m here to say, I NEED HELP and that’s okay.
It broke my heart that my mom never got the help she needed. What would it take for me to seek the help I didn’t think I needed?
As I flipped through the pictures it was like someone had documented my moods in selfies.
I hadn’t wanted to act that way. But it was like something took over my brain and my body.
Dr. D got down on her knees, forced me to make eye contact and said very clearly… “It’s not your fault.”
I had no desire to get help to save my life, but I wasn’t the only one at risk.
When it comes to mental illness, there’s still a current of suspicion and blame running through the church.
In Christ, I am free from the expectations and judgment of others. I am redeemed from my mistakes. I am whole in my brokenness.