I think there’s a common belief among evangelicals that every problem can be solved by praying more and having more faith. Sometimes that’s true, but sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes, you need a little help.
Some people have anxiety that won’t go away, no matter how much praying they do. Some people have depression that all the faith in the world can’t lift.
That’s why there’s doctors and medication. Because sometimes your brain just doesn’t work right. Sometimes you have a chemical imbalance or synapses misfiring, and you need help.
I do think that a lot of issues are spiritual in nature and I really truly believe that God can heal. I also believe God put it in the hearts of men and women to help cure people of physical and mental ailments. God sometimes chooses to cure through human hands.
I don’t like the term “mental illness.” As a pastor said, it gives the impression that your malady is all in your head. But, as he went on to say, a broken mind is just as broken in a very real sense as a broken limb.
As of today, I am taking medication for generalized anxiety disorder (with obsessive thinking that I can’t shut off thrown in). I can’t wait to be myself again, to not live under a constant state of anxiety and to finally be able to listen to myself think for once.
It’s not a shameful thing to admit you need help. Or that you need drugs to function normally (prescribed over-the-counter drugs taken according to the instructions).
It doesn’t mean you’re less of a person or less of a Christian if you struggle with depression or anxiety or are bipolar. In fact, your struggles will give you a testimony to reach people for Christ that most people can’t touch. You will be able to use your pain and sttuggles to help someone else through theirs.
And by the way, normal is just average. Don’t be normal. Be spectacular. Be extraordinary.
You’re not crazy! I had some serious scar tissue on my esophagus a few years back. I prayed and believed for healing. Went to the doc and told him I firmly believed I would be healed. He smirked. Years went by, the tissue gradually became normal. I mentioned it to him; my healing. He laughed and said, “It’s because I’ve been cutting away all the bad tissue when I biopsy that area!” I smiled and said, “Isn’t it wonderful that God is using YOUR hands to heal me!” I’ve never understood why we feel less spiritual when we are healed via medicine. It’s all healing! It’s all wonderful, and none would be possible without God. Take your meds and keep on praying. It’s not mutually exclusive!