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I feel like mental illness can destroy faith.
As I take my antipsychotics each night, I start to lose sight of the idea of truth. I like to hope there is a truth, but all my faith is decaying. Am I making sense?
I pray and hope, and then I stop hoping. I start laughing at the pretense of hope.
I still believe, but I'm losing it.
What if the conscience is more the brain than the spirit?
I know God exists, because when I'm in pain, He's the only One I turn to. Physical pain alerts my brain, prompting me to seek help from Him.
Can anyone see the world the way I see it, and have a coexisting belief in existential nihilism and Christianity? Am I making sense? Can anyone sense this?
Senses and pain are the real deal
As I take my antipsychotics each night, I start to lose sight of the idea of truth. I like to hope there is a truth, but all my faith is decaying. Am I making sense?
I pray and hope, and then I stop hoping. I start laughing at the pretense of hope.
I still believe, but I'm losing it.
What if the conscience is more the brain than the spirit?
I know God exists, because when I'm in pain, He's the only One I turn to. Physical pain alerts my brain, prompting me to seek help from Him.
Can anyone see the world the way I see it, and have a coexisting belief in existential nihilism and Christianity? Am I making sense? Can anyone sense this?
Senses and pain are the real deal