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  1. I have a friend who has bipolar depression. She also thinks she's bisexual. I know for a fact that homosexuality of any kind is wrong, and so is killings yourself. I'm only 13 and I don't know what to say or do. She's shown me the places on her wrists where she's tried to kill herself. I'm afraid I'm going to lose her and this causes me to have anxiety. Please someone help me in this situation. I don't normally look for help but I need it. Please don't put that homosexuality is ok, because that's not true. Thanks for your help.
  2. 2 Corinthians 10:5 NIV 5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. Our ability to "take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ" determines our quality of life and effectiveness as Christians. Taking every thought captive means: Knowing the Scriptures - Ask God to share with you a study plan (John 14:26; James 1:5). He will! Be careful about looking to others and copying their plan. When it comes to spiritual development, God doesn't cut and paste (2 Corinthians 3:18). He sees you as a special unique individual and meets you right where you are (1 Corinthians 9:19-23). Don't let anyone guilt you into three-hours-a-day or make you think the plan God does give you is somehow not "good enough." Follow God. Know the root of your pain - Remember, there's nothing wrong with being hurt or angry (Ephesians 4:26). We only sin when we allow bitterness, unforgiveness, retaliation, etc. to take over. How we react or what we say when angry or hurt can tell us what scriptures we should believe in, memorize, and recite (this is our spiritual warfare!). There are six basic human needs: nurture, acceptance, security, competence, independence, and impact. When we're angry or hurt, we need to ask God to show us in which of these areas (there could be more than one) we've been wounded, and apply Scripture there. For instance, if someone did something that triggered you to think, "I'm stupid," that could deal with acceptance, security, competence, and impact. A great scripture that could target one or more of these areas is, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Philippians 4:13)." I battled feeling inadequate for much of my life. Believing in, memorizing, and reciting this scripture helped heal my heart! Get support - These forums are a great tool. Sometimes we need help (probably most times) to heal from things that happen to us. Hearing the experiences of others can help us feel understood, have our feelings affirmed, and give us a road map for how to walk through the storm (Revelation 12:11). God doesn't promise we won't go through nasty things in our lives, just that if we hold on to Him, we'll make it through (Matthew 7:24-27; John 16:33)! Follow your plan - Faith without works is dead (James 2:14-26). If you want to get free and stay free from damaging thoughts, then you must continually feed upon the Word of God and apply it (Philippians 4:6-8; 2 Timothy 2:15). There is no other way. There are other factors, but this will definitely get you started! Feel free to post questions and I'll do my best to address them. I may recommend a resource you can use or link you to someone smarter or more experienced than me Either way, I'll be here for you to the best of my ability! My best, Marius
  3. I have 4 friends that suffer from Social Anxiety (3 are pretty severe) and 5 that suffer from depression. What are some things that I can do to help? Also what are some things that I should avoid saying, doing, or bringing up?
  4. I wanted to make a prayer request for myself. But it's nothing serious like other people's. I've just been dealing with serious depression and I recently got out of the hospital after an overdose. Since being back on campus, things have sucked. I've been having thoughts of self harming again. The last time was the first week of July. It's so hard. Anyways, I know my problem isn't as big as some other people's, but it still would be nice
  5. Silentflood

    I feel disconnected

    I am not sure how to fully explain this in words, so I'll try my best. Lately, I've been feeling disconnected from everything, even religion. This is so unlike me. It may be depression, I don't know. But when I pray I don't feel anything, when I read the word it's just not the same anymore. I keep feeling like something is missing, but what?! I pray everyday, read everyday, I think I'm doing it correctly. I don't feel like God is here anymore But I just feel empty, meaningless, like a big part of me is gone and all I'm doing is trying my best. I've been feeling really depressed, and partially wanting to give up on life (I'm not, don't worry) I'm sorry if this sounds depressing, I just need some insight. I'm not trying to be annoying.
  6. God bless you guys. I'd never though I'd feel like this in my life. I'm 22 years young, so I guess I'm still a baby to life. I'm feeling like my life isn't making sense right now. I feel like I'm somehow lost. I'm seeking God through this stage, but I can't help but feel depressed, lonely and hurt. I've recently been separated from my girlfriend of almost 6 years. My pain comes from this loss. We've planned everything we wanted for our future together. She decided to move on, as she told me she was praying and she felt God told her it was necessary to do so. I have to admit, I have strayed from the faith in the past, I have changed, I have sinned knowing it was a sin, and I have repented. My walk with God is not what it was 2 or 4 years ago. I'm not the same as before. I loved her. I loved her with everything I had. I sacrificed so much for her. I cared for her. It wasn't enough. I wasn't spiritual enough for her, as she told me. She has a point in a way. I was low in my faith for too long, I didn't show her the leader I should have been. We've been arguing to much. It was all a burden for her, and me as well. But I couldn't accept that separation would be an option. I loved her too much. I still respected her desicion. It's been a couple of weeks since that moment. My heart was in pieces. I felt cold. My strength was drained. My apetite shrunk. My heart would race. I couldn't sleep. My thoughts wouldn't stop. The twisting pain in my stomach wouldn't let me live normally. Thoughts of worthlessness would creep up on me. I felt so rejected. I didn't deny her, but she did deny me. I would promise to change, but it wasn't enough for her. Thoughts of her with another man, another family, another home, with other children, being intimate with another man would be the biggest torment in my mind. I've been waiting so long! Yet, we still lusted after one another, which happens, but my God... Maybe God wanted this to happen. I'm not suffering now what I've been suffering 2 weeks ago. Slowly my pain is lowering as the days go by. I beg and plead to God to help me, to not leave my side, to have mercy on me, to heal me, to hold me, to guide me. I'm desperate for acceptance. I'm desperate for love. I thank God always, even through this process, I still kneel to Him and He takes my pain away. He hasn't left me, yet I still feel like my life is now left to feel without purpose. I had a purpose to work hard for us to marry. That motivation is gone. What now? I feel stagnated. I want to focus on the Lord, but I can't help but feel this void in me. I feel like there is no progress in my life. I can't help but think, "Will I find someone that will love me?", "Will I find someone that will love God and want the same things I want for the future?" I've wanted these things since I understood the goodness of being a family man, a father, a husband, since I was younger in my elementary school days. I still hold that dream, but it feels shaken. It feels blurred. I can only rejoice in the fact that the Lord has held me. I can only rejoice that God still takes the pain away when I pray to Him. It keeps coming back however. The pain doesn't stop crawling back in my heart. I have to constantly keep begging God to heal me from this. I don't want to suffer this pain anymore. She said she loved me. She said she wanted to marry me and have children. She was so beautiful and unique. She was the woman I wanted to be my wife. "You're not spiritual, Kevin, you're not." For some reason any time I see something that resembles her or her congregation on FB, I feel as though a fiery arrow pierces my soul. I can't bear the thought that everything is dandy with her. I cannot see a picture of her without feeling such a pain. I still see brothers and sisters of the congregation that I don't visit anymore that post pictures that don't have her in them, but I fear I will see her in one of those pictures one day. It's somehow torturing. I feel like deleting those people who are generally in her circle for the sake of my sanity. I've done what I could to get rid of everything that has to do with her. Her sweet smell on my clothes would torment me. It reminded me of her room, so girly, so comfortable, so sweet-smelling. That Haiku perfume set I bought her, that's where that smell came from. I loved that smell on her, I would wrap myself around her and devour her in kisses, that's how good of a scent it was. Now, it only torments me. It reminds me totally of her tenderness. Somehow I couldn't detatch myself completely from that. Maybe it was the last physical thing I had left of her. She returned my love letters, I re-read them. I even read her love letters over again. She was madly in love. WAS, being the correct term. I can't help but admit how her love grew colder for me as time went by. This was someting very noticable in her letters. They started by hailing me for being her shoulder to cry on, her example of a mature person in her life to help her become a better person and how patient and gracious I was with her but then they usually started to sound like thank you letters. Thank you for being there and God bless you kind of letters. Very short, non-romantinc letters. They seemed more and more forced and hurried as I read each consecutive letter. It's all gone now, along with letters I poured my heart for her. I even made myself laugh at how genuine I was when I wrote her this letter that she gave back along with the rest: To Elisabel. Everything Has Its Time To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven. And now, a love letter. The muscle that provides the necessary blood-flow in my sanguineous system produces a chemical reaction that alters my hormones with dopamine each time my person comes together with yours. The experiences and adventures with one another have created a constant neurotic manifestation in my cerebral cortex in an undefined area because I have no knowledge of it every time your memory comes to my mind. In other words, my heart races when I am with you, and my mind wonders when I think about you. Io te amo. - Kevin Her vocabulary was very simple, so I decided to intentionally write her a love letter with very fancy words that I knew she wouldn't understand. At the end I simplified and expressed how I felt about her. Gone, trashed. Another favorite letter of mine, because I remember how I was feeling at the time, because I poured my sincerity out to her said: Although it's nice to write love letters, sometimes I feel like writting how much I love you doesn't explain it quite as well as showing you my love through my actions. My love for you is God-given. I love you Elisabel, through it all, no matter what happens, no matter how bad a problem between me and you; I will always love you and always have my arms wide open to receive you. I truly love you. I've made custom drawings of her as I'm very talented in fine arts, I've written poems and really did everything to show her my affection. As I've told her, I've tried my best. Deep down I know I will have the chance to meet someone who will cherish me in the future, and that I will apply what I've learned from this grieving experience and past relationship to fear God. Right now, it all seems somewhat improbable. I feel like I must have a good car, a home, and a great job to feel like I'm worthy of receiving a woman in my life even though that is a materialistic mindset. She was tired of fighting for the relationship, as she said. She was tired of not being able to see me at church because of how busy I was at work. I needed to pay rent and food for myself because I live alone. I couldn't afford seeing her. She expected me to act out in "faith" to go to church anyway, risking my week's gasoline, risking that I would not be able to go to work 25 miles away with the faith that God would provide. I was criticized because of my conservative attitude. She was fed up with me not changing for her, not understaing her behavior. It didn't feel fair for me, however, many times I didn't understand her behavior. I can go on and on, but it feels like this is vain already. I'm struggling right now. I lack self worth at the moment. I really thought I had a bright future with this woman. I truly loved her unconditionaly, I poured my heart out to her, and she, as a good christian, saw that I was being a burden to her faith, so she let me go. I can't knock her for that. It's too painful, specially when she would look at me with those wide open eyes, embrace me and speak so softly that she wanted to marry me. This haunts me. Will I find someone beautiful like that again? I don't want to compare, but then again, she was like a diamond to me. She was so beautiful inside and out. I miss her cat-like behavior. She would purr in my ear. She would cuddle against me. We would share our fanaties and wildest dreams about eachother together. I didn't ask for more. She did. Now I'm broken.
  7. Hey everyone! Wow, where to start. I would take you through my whole life story if you felt like reading it, but I know that's not the case. I'll try to keep this as short as possible. In short, my faith has grown very distant from God. I made the decision to go to an all guys private Catholic high school which I now regret. In short, I was amazed at how many of my classmates were at this school and were atheists. I was constantly surrounded by negative, sarcastic non-believers who were very shallow indeed. I used to be an avid golfer, in hopes of pursing a career in it for college. That didn't work out, as my senior year sucked, and I left the game. I am now a freshman in college and am struggling. I have a 2.6 cumulative GPA, my friends comment on how sometimes I can be very angry and/or look unsettled or depressed. I never used to be this person. I never used to be this negative about things. Please pray for me, I will keep all of you updated with how things are going. One interesting thing I think is worth mentioning is that throughout my life up until about midway through my sophomore year, I would tell lies about my golf game ("I'm talking to so and so college, I shot xx yesterday, etc.) and would tell lies about my car (it being tuned, mods that weren't there, etc.). I actually believed these lies, and my friends did too. It was up until one day when I came to grips and told my friends at the catholic high school that it was all a lie when the depression started to sink in. What really fueled my motivation to tell my friends I was lying though was through conversations with my mom about demons and how they can interact (and sometimes occupy) with people's lives. My mom is currently pursuing her masters in biblical studies, so I would venture to say she knows what she is talking about. This sort of wigged me out, so I told my friends I was lying in hopes of being free of demons. Weird I know, but I did sense a feeling of freedom or liberation so-to-speak when I got the lies off my chest. My friends surprisingly responded with an attitude along the lines of "haha that's funny but don't worry about it, it's no big deal" - so it's not like my friends were pissed at me or anything, they actually thought it was funny. I think realizing the lies were actually lies is what caused my depression. The whole time I was living a life of false perception. But, that's where I'm confused, is there really anything wrong with that? I was actually a very good golfer, and I would bet I'd be playing golf in college right now had I not told my friends I was lying the whole time. I need God to pull me out of whatever the heck I am in. I don't know what it is. Depression? Confusion? Low self esteem? Please pray for me and also, if you could, maybe give me some advice as to why I may be feeling the things I feel. Should I start telling myself lies again? Is/was there really anything wrong with that? If anything, it was technically a positive attitude!
  8. I'm 16 years old. I go to a youth group where we do bible studies every week. I go to church every Sunday. I have a lot of friends who really care about me. I have a loving and supportive family. I believe that God is my heavenly father and he answers prayer. Yesterday I was diagnosed with depression. I had been suffering from depression for a few months but it was only just recently that it got much worse. Some of my symptoms are confusion, easily agitated, lack of interest in things that I normally love, feeling detached from my friends and family, crying a lot, trouble concentrating, looking for an escape, not motivation, I'm forgetful and I have trouble doing some of the most basic everyday activities. When I had all these things happening to me, I was scared; I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was blaming myself, I felt I was being selfish, acting in that way that worried everyone, and I was so terrified when I learnt I had no control over it. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, so when the doctor diagnosed me with depression, I felt a sense of relief, I know this will sound strange but I’ve been so happy since being diagnosed. I feel sense of hope, that now that my family and I know what is wrong with me, we can do something about it. When it first became obvious to my parents that I had depression, they started praying over me and telling me to let God heal me, When I didn’t get any better, they got angry at me saying I didn’t have enough faith. I hit rock bottom, just a few days ago I was at a point where even my parents wouldn’t listen to me or help me. I felt stupid for feeling depressed; I thought that it was something that I should be able to control myself and just stop. I also felt bad for my family; I could see that my depression was having a bad impact on them. My Dad stopped smiling and my Mum would cry when she thought I wasn’t listening. My little sister and brother were scared; they didn’t know what was happening to me. I didn’t know what was happening to me either. I was so confused. I’d wake up in the morning and not want to get out of bed, I couldn’t think of any reason to. I don’t have trouble getting out of bed anymore because now when I wake up I praise the Lord and ask him to bless my day. Although depression is a terrible thing, I feel that God may have a purpose for this. I know that I can overcome this with God's help and when I'm healed of this depression, I am going to have an amazing testimony. Just because I’ve been diagnosed with depression, doesn’t mean I have to act depressed, I'm going to be filled with the joy of the Holy Spirit, and be the happiest depressed person anyone has ever seen.