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I haven't been too active here this past week or so as I've been having a lot going on. I thought once my benefits were sorted things would calm down but the opposite has happened. I think I've been in a mental health crisis this past week or two, plus personal and financial issues.
This mental health thing is something that has happened to me on and off for around 18ish years. I think it's some kind of religious mania and it's embarrassing to talk about but I once brought it up with a therapist and she didn't know what to say about it, dismissed it and changed the subject, and I need to talk to someone about it as it's really worrying me. What happens is that I suddenly develop an intense belief in Christianity which can last for weeks or months. During these times I intensely fear hell, feel what i can only describe as an intense religious ecstasy, and feel determined to try and stop all my sins (basically whatever things I do that the bible is against) and even go so far as to throw away all my personal items that are anti-Christian, this time for example I threw away some of my books such as ones about evolution.
This happens every few years. It hasn't happened in so long I thought it was over, but it started again and at first I felt good about it, determined to stop all my sins and repent. However last night i felt like God was telling me off because of my dishonesty towards the DWP - you know how I've been asking people to give me food vouchers so the DWP (the UK benefits office) don't find out I've been receiving financial help? I felt like God was convicting me of that sin and telling me I have to pay everyone back as obtaining that money involved deception towards the DWP. I also felt like I was being told I have to go out and preach the gospel to everyone I know - like literally contact people I haven't seen in years and preach to them.
Well I felt completely overwhelmed by the thought of having to pay back the financial help I've received as I have no idea how I would ever afford it (I still need help as I'll mention in a minute) and I also felt embarrassed to preach to people, especially as I have had this issue before and know it wears off eventually. I knew when it wore off I would be embarrassed if I had done that. Maybe due to the reality check of these two things, when I woke up this morning, the need to repent and preach had died down a lot. I feel almost back to normal except there is still a huge nagging part of my mind telling me I'm going to hell if I don't do these things. There's no point asking the NHS mental health services for help as they're worse than useless. I just wish this issue would go away permanently and completely. i feel so alone with this as I've not heard of anyone else having this issue.
During this episode something happened that also made me think this issue is some kind of mental crutch because of how crappy my life is. I spoke in chat about how I'd googled an old friend, Steve. well I decided to google all my other old school friends. I found one had died a few months ago (and became worried he's now in hell), but I actually managed to get in contact with another one. One of my best friends in my school days was James. His family lived in another town but he was staying in our town as he'd got a place at our school. He lived on the same road as me, a lodger in someone's house. During our A-Levels we were such close friends he'd often sleep over at my house for days on end, we'd sleep in the same room, even the same bed - totally platonic, he stayed at my house for pretty much an entire summer holiday once so we could be together instead of him going home to his own town. Last time I saw him I was 22 and he came back to our town for a visit, then we lost contact. Well I googled him on Wednesday and found a youtube channel with his first name and very unusual last name. I left a comment asking "Are you James C T______ from (his hometowns name). Yes it was him. We swapped emails and spent the rest of the night emailing each other.
He seemed just as thrilled to find me as I was to find him. We caught up, looked up our other old friends on social media to see what they were doing and I mentioned I wasn't working due to health issues. He seemed concerned and asked what was going on. I then did what can only be described as a huge trauma dump on him, about my health issues, being unemployed, being embarrassingly ugly now, being unable to socialise. I finished by saying I'd love to see him again and though I'm not feeling up to it right now, how about next summer as that will give me time to try and improve myself physically (get better at walking and try and look less hideously ugly) before then. I went to bed that night so excited I couldn't sleep at all, feeling like I finally have something to look forward to and work towards, an incentive to try and improve myself physically, put more effort into my physiotherapy etc, get better at walking as there would be a purpose to it all now. I also briefly felt less religious, like now I had something real to look forward to I didn't need that after all. That was on Wednesday night and he hasn't responded. I suppose he doesn't want to meet up, and finding me again doesn't mean as much to him as it does to me, and he doesn't want to deal with all my shit. It feels really crushing.
On top of all this I am going to have to make another mutual aid post. I got a letter saying that my backpay will be divided into two parts, spread out weeks apart, and I'm not actually getting my monthly payment for weeks yet either. So everything has been intense and I'm just really confused and I haven't been sleeping well at all.
Jesus, what a terrible therapist, I'm sorry
They are all terrible, that's just the tip of the iceberg. I saw one after being SA'd by a gang and the therapist tried to make me see it from their point of view and sympathise with them because maybe they were going through a hard time and couldn't really help themselves.
What the fuck, I have no words
Thank you for sharing these recent events and feelings you've been having. I hope it helps get some of the weight off your shoulders. While I didn't grow up with Catholic trauma, probably by virtue of a language barrier and genuinely kind and good priests, nuns, and old parish grannies, I will admit I do feel bouts on the rare occasion of somewhat to fairly strong religious fervor and random levels of guilt over what I've been taught to believe are sins and that I haven't gone to confession for decades and its all piled up. Honestly if it wasn't for my own personal convictions that the righteousness of communism aligns with the righteousness of catholicism, and I guess what I'd call ideological devotion to the ideology, I'd probably be quite discombobulated every time the wellspring of child indoctrination into the faith swells forth. That said I do still get bothered by the guilt of what's concidered mortal and venial sins in the Catechism, but I'm hoping that my own small work in my party building towards liberation of the human race, along side whenever I get around to actually going to confession, will at least earn me a nice rest in purgatory while I work off the rest of the spiritual debt I accrue.
Well I hope some good rest comes to you soon at least. Everyone deserve a good rest.
Thank you. I just don't understand why this keeps happening to me. I was brought up catholic but it was literally just church and sunday school once a week, apart from that no pressure. I really think I have a mental illness and I need help but I know if I ask for mental health treatment I'll be on the waiting list for years and then just get dismissed. Or drugged up and i don't want any more meds.
That is indeed tough to deal with. The only thing I can think of off the top of my head that can maybe help lighten the fervor is learning that what youve experienced in life according to the catholic theological analysis of Thomas Aquinas in his work Summa Theologica, is that theft is not a mortal sin nor is taking what is needed to survive concidered theft.
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Simply put, what you're doing is okay. Just because stuffy and cruel British laws say otherwise, they're nothing but human laws that interfere with the natural and divine right to not go hungry. Not mentioning ideologically speaking as well.
Thanks, I really wish the whole thing would just go away permanently though.
I kinda get the religious stuff. With my psychotic symptoms I often get religious delusions and especially so when I was untreated. Sometimes still when I get in manic episodes I get really religious. Definitely did some things that are really embarrassing to me now. I'm sorry you're going through it too. Brains have a funny way of being more trouble than they're worth, it feels like sometimes. And I know you're having trouble with the backpay and monthly payments, but I'm glad you at least got approved for them. Hopefully you get the help you need to make it to when you get paid.
Thank you. How do you deal with your delusions? I don't want to take meds.
I don't know how helpful I can be. Meds are what helps me primarily. Mostly I sorta do what you've done: I know they're temporary and try to grin and bear it until they go away. But there have also been longer-lasting delusions that I honestly didn't do so hot with. Sorry I can't be of more help than that.
That is a lot, love, I'm glad you're feeling a little more grounded, even if a little emotionally hungover, after some time has passed. Considering the amount of stress, uncertainty, and health issues you've been constantly dealing with I can imagine everything just kind of bubbled over with the appeal finally going through. So much happened all at once in such a short time. I won't add too much because others have said it already but I hope you know that needing support isn't a bad thing and that you deserve love and kindness without having to prove it. You'll always be welcome and wanted here.
Thank you.
I never fail to be amazed by the unconditional acceptance from everyone here. never experienced anything like this in my life before.