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When Mental Illness and Faith Collide: Things can get a bit Psychotic

A stained glass window outside my church

I remember the first time my mental illness and faith collided.

I was 20 years old and wholeheartedly believed demons were after me. I was lying on the floor in my grandma’s kitchen with a giant knife against my arm and weeping uncontrollably—not wanting to give into the voices that all screamed in unison “Do it! Kill yourself. You deserve to die.”

Thank God I didn’t hurt myself. Instead,...


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