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I found this site a couple of days ago, but I've not posted on it, but I feel drawn to it, like God's pushing me back here.
I have severe "Pure O" OCD. Most of my waking hours are spent, mentally if not physically, arguing with the uncontrollable doubts in my head over God, Jesus, and the Bible. It'll go from one thing to another, like how can I trust the Bible is accurate, how can I tell if God is out there, etc. I squish one thought down with logic, reason, and facts, and another pops up. Although I can function enough to keep a job I'm in constant torment. There have been days when the only thing that kept me from killing myself was that my mother could not handle it. I do not want to offend God but at those times it seems so obvious that he wouldn't blame me for taking my life due to how terrible my pain is and how I want to die not only to escape it, but to ensure I do not lose my faith in Jesus. I know I need treatment but I cannot afford it. I am not here to beg for money, but part of my posting was to ask for all of you to pray that I can find some way to get the treatment I need. I have had this for over a decade now, but I didn't seek treatment for it because I did not know what it was until recently (I thought of OCD was like on T.V.) and because some of the doubts that crept into my mind was "what if I only have faith because I'm ill? What if I get better and I lose my faith." I know it sounds stupid but when it gets going I can't tell and I get really scared.
Recently in a moment of weakness I asked God how He can let people like us suffer like this, not just myself, but all of us who have mental health issues. I understand, I think, as I calmed down and studied the issue and thought on it, but it's like half my brain refuses to believe it. Now, my mind keeps going back to "how could God let us suffer like this if he's out there" yet I understand that God did not create evil and that blaming God is wrong. This is all a result of pollution, enthropy, and the natural breaking down of what was planned to be a temporary system. Yet I feel this "thought" pushing upon me and I'm afraid it's going to consume me. No matter how much I pray and study the issue, the thoughts on this particular idea keep coming. I wonder if somewhere I truly feel this way, and perhaps that's why God never healed me all those times I've begged him to, or that I'm not really saved cause part of me wants to know why, if God is there, he won't heal us. I'm a Christian, I have been for over a decade and a half. I understand that God never promised any Christian and easy life, far from it, but the whispering thoughts keep pressing "why doesn't He? "why doesn't He?" And I'm afraid, so very afraid. I don't want to lose my faith. It's the only thing that's kept me alive for so long.
I ask and beg for you to pray for me. To ask God to help me through this. I can't ask anyone else. If I tell anyone in my family it's bound to get back to my mother. My father died this year, after a fight with cancer, and I haven't been able to tell her about it. Everytime I think I'm going to tell her, something goes wrong, and I feel I can't put any more pressure on her. I can't tell my other family because it will get back to her. I can't tell my church because it's likely to get back to my family or mom via prayer request. I have no one else to turn to, please pray for me.
I have severe "Pure O" OCD. Most of my waking hours are spent, mentally if not physically, arguing with the uncontrollable doubts in my head over God, Jesus, and the Bible. It'll go from one thing to another, like how can I trust the Bible is accurate, how can I tell if God is out there, etc. I squish one thought down with logic, reason, and facts, and another pops up. Although I can function enough to keep a job I'm in constant torment. There have been days when the only thing that kept me from killing myself was that my mother could not handle it. I do not want to offend God but at those times it seems so obvious that he wouldn't blame me for taking my life due to how terrible my pain is and how I want to die not only to escape it, but to ensure I do not lose my faith in Jesus. I know I need treatment but I cannot afford it. I am not here to beg for money, but part of my posting was to ask for all of you to pray that I can find some way to get the treatment I need. I have had this for over a decade now, but I didn't seek treatment for it because I did not know what it was until recently (I thought of OCD was like on T.V.) and because some of the doubts that crept into my mind was "what if I only have faith because I'm ill? What if I get better and I lose my faith." I know it sounds stupid but when it gets going I can't tell and I get really scared.
Recently in a moment of weakness I asked God how He can let people like us suffer like this, not just myself, but all of us who have mental health issues. I understand, I think, as I calmed down and studied the issue and thought on it, but it's like half my brain refuses to believe it. Now, my mind keeps going back to "how could God let us suffer like this if he's out there" yet I understand that God did not create evil and that blaming God is wrong. This is all a result of pollution, enthropy, and the natural breaking down of what was planned to be a temporary system. Yet I feel this "thought" pushing upon me and I'm afraid it's going to consume me. No matter how much I pray and study the issue, the thoughts on this particular idea keep coming. I wonder if somewhere I truly feel this way, and perhaps that's why God never healed me all those times I've begged him to, or that I'm not really saved cause part of me wants to know why, if God is there, he won't heal us. I'm a Christian, I have been for over a decade and a half. I understand that God never promised any Christian and easy life, far from it, but the whispering thoughts keep pressing "why doesn't He? "why doesn't He?" And I'm afraid, so very afraid. I don't want to lose my faith. It's the only thing that's kept me alive for so long.
I ask and beg for you to pray for me. To ask God to help me through this. I can't ask anyone else. If I tell anyone in my family it's bound to get back to my mother. My father died this year, after a fight with cancer, and I haven't been able to tell her about it. Everytime I think I'm going to tell her, something goes wrong, and I feel I can't put any more pressure on her. I can't tell my other family because it will get back to her. I can't tell my church because it's likely to get back to my family or mom via prayer request. I have no one else to turn to, please pray for me.