My Faith

Life as a Bipolar Christian

I was raised as a Christian, it was something that has formed who I am, my personality the friends I have made and also has had a massive impact on my mental health. Faith is a difficult topic to discuss when it comes to mental health, especially if you do not hold a particular faith, it can feel like people are preaching at you and forcing their beliefs down you throat, on the other hand, if you are part of a religion you can feel abandoned or even segregated from your faith as if you are doing something wrong.

This page isn't here to force my beliefs onto anyone, I just want to share my experiences of what it is like to be a Christian whilst struggling with mental health. Both the good and the bad

Lee Abbey 2019

Sunday 25 August 2019

Thought my years I have been to many different summer camps. From the age of 10 I was going away for a week during the summer to be with my friends and explore my faith. I have been to camps such as Upcott and Soul Survivor. Over the last few years I have been struggling more and more with my faith due to my declining mental health and therefore haven't been to these camps, it ended up being a bit of a catch 22. 

This year, a friend finally convinced me to go to Lee Abbey, a camp that they had been going to for years. I had heard a lot about this camp and therefore went with very mixed expectations.

I can say with absolute certainty that going to Lee Abbey this year is one of the best decisions that I have ever made. I didn't understand until I got home how much I was in desperate need of the week that I have just experienced. I made so many different friends, I have learnt what it feels like to be unconditionally loved and I have realised who I truly am.

I am not going to lie and say that the whole week was sunshine and rainbows, it wasn't, I cried most days, I felt lost and hopeless but, each time there were people to pick me up, tell me that they loved me. Theses were people that I had only just met. If these people were like this after just one week I couldn't how much more I would love these people and they would live me the next time I saw them.

For the first time in years I no longer feel lonely. I am so grateful for this week. Coming home I feel lost without them but I also get to learn that I don't have to feel insecure in friendships, these people are fantastic and I don't have to worry about them not liking me because I can actually trust that they do. 

This to me is the epitome of christianity, the community and lee that is shared brings strangers into family. That is something that I am willing to invest my life in.