My Christianity is making me miserable. I have battled bi-polar disorder for as long as I can remember -- I am 53. I have always believed that somehow all this depression is my fault -- I'm not positive enough -- I don't try hard enough -- I don't read my Bible enough. Truth is I DON'T read my Bible -- it's too hard and condemning to me. Church is excruciating -- I hear all the positive stuff about Christianity -- how we should have joy -- the fruits of the spirit -- positive attitude -- discipline -- SPIRITUAL DISCIPLINES. I sob through worship -- begging God for deliverance. I have told God I WILL DO ANYTHING if I just don't have to force myself to do it. I wish I was dead all the time. I daily beat myself up for all the things I don't -- CAN'T do. I am just tired of trying. I will never give up my faith -- but it isn't a joyful one. It's full of condemnation, fear, guilt, shame. I have cried out to God FOR YEARS for healing. Meds help off and on. I don't want to sound like a whiner -- truly I just don't know what to do. I am alone -- isolated -- afriad -- lonely -- weary. I believe God has given up on me because I never get any better. That leads me to believe even more that this is all my fault. I'm not really "sick". I have a spiritual sickness. Maybe I am possessed. Maybe I'm incapable of a relationship with God. I can't even recommend Him because of my misery. I've lost my marriage, jobs. One positive note -- I have raised 5 incredible children -- all are upstanding healthy functioning adults. I spent EVERY OUNCE of my energy trying to ACT normal for them, and it paid off. But I can't act anymore. I'm growing weary. Am I alone in this? How do I accept that I am sick when everything in this illness is contrary to Christian thought -- how can we grasp all God has for us when our minds can't even think straight -- and don't want to any more. I'm afraid sometimes that I'm not sick -- and that I am just a loser who hasn't totally embrace my Christianity -- I've done something wrong there. I just believe that life shouldn't be this hard. I know life is hard -- but just doing the normal taks of the day overwhelm me -- I don't do anything -- I'm tired of FORCING myself. NOTHING comes easy -- nothing is enjoyable. Any insight. Can anyone relate or am I truly a crazy, self-absorbed, lazy, self-pitying loser?