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I've been struggling with this thought quite a bit since I was a child. I didn't become a Christian until my late teens and at first I thought to myself... "Sweet, God will cure me of depression". The years have gone by, years of faithfulness. Years of living how I thought I was supposed to live, and yet, this question still lingers in my head. It's more than a lingering thought. It pretty much dominates my mind every day. Why should I be depressed if God loves me? Why should I still suffer suicidal thoughts on a nearly daily basis? What's the point in believing and loving God if he doesn't seem to care enough to fix my problems? A lot of the time I find myself thinking about forgetting God. He doesn't seem to care about me, so why should I care about him? If anybody can answer the question of what life's purpose is, I would appreciate it.