Where Is God in Mental Illness?

Why one woman diagnosed with bipolar disorder continues to claim her identity as “a new creation in Christ.”

Late in the winter of 2003, the weather report was calling for record amounts of snow to fall on the small city where I was attending college. But no one could have predicted the record moment in my own life that would happen that day. By the time the snow stopped falling, I had thrown a TV out of my second-story window and made my first trip to a psychiatric hospital.

In the years since, I have been hospitalized four times and have struggled with the frustrating and sometimes heartbreaking ups and downs of bipolar disorder.

While I can’t honestly say I’m glad to have a mental disorder, I do feel grateful for the way God has used it to enlarge my view of Him as He replaces my simplistic and moralistic childhood faith with something far more substantial: Trust in a God who has promised to complete what I cannot.

The problem with defining myself by my disorder was that it didn’t leave any room for my identity as a beloved child of God.

My Illness Does Not Define Me

When I was first diagnosed, I felt like I had suddenly become a different person. I started to think of myself as crazy and sick. Even when I was feeling well, I still saw myself as somehow damaged and therefore less lovable than other “normal” people. Just as some people find their identity in their jobs, their wealth or their relationships, my identity was in my strong mind. As my bipolar attacked what felt like my greatest asset, I began to view my illness as the whole definition of who I was.

The problem with defining myself by my disorder was that it didn’t leave any room for my identity as a beloved child of God. In 2 Corinthians 5:16-17, Paul says that “From now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view ... Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new is here!” I realize more and more every day that this verse means I am not my illness and I am not defined by the way the world may look at me. My only identity that matters is my identity as God’s much-loved daughter, a sister of Christ Himself.

God Honors Weakness and Values Honesty

Our culture tells us that showing weakness will turn people away. We all put so much energy into looking perfect on the outside that we often miss out on opportunities to truly connect with one another as the people we really are. In my late teens I made the decision to tell a few people I trusted about my struggles with mood swings and hallucinations. As scary as it was to face their possible rejection, I was rewarded with deeper friendships and more honest relationships with those around me.

As I get older, God continues to challenge me to share my story with more and more people. I have been amazed at the way that sharing something as simple as the fact that I sometimes feel depressed can open up a conversation in surprising and amazing ways. When people hear my willingness to admit that I don’t have it all together, they feel free to be themselves around me and stop trying to hide their own flaws and insecurities.

It’s still scary sometimes to tell new people that I have a mental illness, but God has blessed these conversations and I’ve gotten to hear some powerful stories from some wonderful people as a result of sharing my own weakness.

The More I See My Need For God, The More I See His Love For Me

For years after beginning to experience symptoms of a mood disorder, I thought that I could heal myself if only I mustered all of my strength and just focused really hard on getting better. I really believed that if I just tried a little harder, smiled a little bigger, acted a little calmer—I could fix all of my problems. I didn’t really believe I looked anything like “a new creation” but felt the burden of bridging that gap on my own. It wasn’t until I checked myself into a mental hospital for the first time that I finally realized that if Christ is in me, my health and healing would have to be all Him because I could no longer pretend to do that job myself.

We all put so much energy into looking perfect on the outside that we often miss out on opportunities to truly connect with one another as the people we really are.

Incredibly, once I admitted that I truly needed God, that I couldn’t continue in life without His help, I felt a tremendous wave of His love and understood for the first time just how far God was willing to go to help me. The more I understand that I need God, not only to help me be “good” but simply to survive each day, the more I can begin to see that His care for me is not based on my performance or what I have to offer Him, but comes entirely out of His pure and unconditional love for me, just as I am.

Suffering Is a Gift

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I’ve been dealing with depression, anxiety, mania and even hallucinations for half of my life. At times, my disorder feels absolutely devastating. My family and close friends suffer too, as they stand by me through the painful and exhausting periods of time when I am taken captive by intense, irrational fear, as well as extreme swings in motivation and energy level. To put it plainly, mental illness really sucks. At times, it feels as though the bad times will never end and that darkness just might overcome me.

Thankfully, the morning always comes. Every time I face that dark abyss of suffering and survive to see another day, I see God’s faithfulness to me even more clearly. If I had the power to control my own life, I would avoid everything unpleasant or uncomfortable, but then I would never see God’s power to overcome evil and to shine light in the darkness. If I never suffered, I would never have any reason to grow or change. If I didn’t have these hard times, I wouldn’t have the chance to exercise my faith and grow in hope.

I consider my mental illness to be a part of a spiritual gift of suffering. The Bible invites believers to share in Christ’s sufferings, but who really wants to sign up for that? Yet, with every season of pain, I grow in compassion for others, in appreciation of God’s mercy and in the strength God gives me to handle pain and discomfort. As my capacity for suffering grows, so does my capacity to feel joy, peace and every other fruit of God’s Holy Spirit. God has used what, on the surface, seems like pointless and unredeemable misery and has turned it into my secret strength. God has used my illness and weakness to slowly and purposefully mold me into the beloved reflection of my creator, the “new creation” that He intends me to be.

Top Comments

Julie Specht Hunter


Julie Specht Hunter replied to Corinna West's comment

Not all mental illnesses are curable. I'm glad you've never experienced severe mania, seizures and hallucinations, agoraphobia, involuntary anorexia or severe anxiety disorders due to severe bipolar 1 - Your advice of people to quit taking medications could kill someone. You think God sent you to cure all mentally ill people? The BIBLE talks about mental illness and never once says you can cure yourself from it. My situation was not temporary, it got worse over time and I did everything I could to try to "will it" away. I am only on two medications, a mood stabilizer to help control the mania and seizures and nerve pills for the anxiety attacks and insomnia. You honestly compare yourself to Moses?! Perhaps you need to see a new doctor because you now have a "God complex". Shame on you for letting people with serious mental illnesses think there is something wrong with them or that they just aren't trying enough. Neurotransmitters in the brain are REAL, not imagined. When something in the brain goes on the fritz, your words won't heal them.



jeffs66111 commented…

If mental illness and suffering is a gift (it's not, that's a fool's belief), then can I return the gift to God? It's a gift I didn't ask for and one I have no desire to accepts. So how do I return the gift to the sender?


sophia bright


sophia bright commented…

Why is that people like DR Lawrence that are genuine are hard to find. After i have searching for help for almost all the corner of this life concerning my marriage and all to no avail it was Dr Lawrence that finally helped me out,he wiped away all the agony i was going through with my lover and make him stop the divorce he was planning. Any one out there who believes all is over in his/her marriage contact DR Lawrence on Drlawrencespelltemple@hotmail.com or +2348143988536 and join those that are happy through his handwork.

Natasha Veklich


Natasha Veklich replied to sophia bright's comment

Evelyn and other bloggers please check www.hardcorechristianity.com
This ministry rocks the boat on mental illnesses. I will recommend to watch their YouTube video on rejuctions spirits. Blessings and fast healing to all!

Shirley O'Shea


Shirley O'Shea commented…

I've had depression and bipolar type II for most of my life, and I am now almost 48 years old. The struggle has been grueling and I have been confounded. Depression has thwarted so many aspects of my life that I feel utterly defeated. God answers me not a word. Whether or not God loves me, I cannot really know, but I do know that I cannot really love him.



Sally commented…

Shirley: I am the same as you. I've been struggling with bipolar type II almost all my life. And, I am spiritually frustrated because I wonder why God does not heal me. I would love to talk with you more seeing that we are dealing with this type of depression.

Natasha Veklich


Natasha Veklich commented…

Evelyn and other bloggers please check www.hardcorechristianity.com
This ministry rocks the boat on mental illnesses. I will recommend to watch their YouTube video on rejuctions spirits. Blessings and fast healing to all!

Tom Roberts


Tom Roberts commented…

I think the question is "where is God NOT in mental illness?" I see the presence of God in my story as I share it with others and see how their lives are enriched by learning from my mistakes and my suffering. I was an ordained Southern Baptist minister driven from the ministry by depression before my college graduation. I left religion for alcohol and careless sex in a vain effort to self-medicate what I didn't learn until I was 42 was bipolar disorder. The extraordinary pain of losing one of my brothers and a sister to suicide challenged my faith, but eventually strengthened me as I told their stories of fear of mental illness stigma that kept them from getting help. As Aristotle wrote, "The true end of tragedy is to purify the passions." That, I believe, was God's plan for my mental illness, which is to give me the passion for speaking out against mental illness stigma to save lives, if not to give hope.

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