There may be others that have dealt with this, and there may be other posts similar to this. Yet, I still need to ask and share.
I've been a believer for 17 years. I gave my life to Jesus when I was 16, and now I'm 33. I was raised in a baptist church. When I was 19, I was excommunicated from my church due to an addiction to pornography and debt. I had also slept around a few times. I was making mistakes I wish I could go back and change. A few months after my excommunication, I sat with my dad who told me I wasn't a Christian and was going to hell. All I knew myself as, was a believer. When he told me this, I had a first panic attack. I was overwhelmed and couldn't breath. I left there with a few week in great despair. I was so depressed, full of fear, and anxiety. I have never dealt with it before then. So I went home thinking about suicide. The only thing stopping me was the thought of hell. When I was excommunicated, my church family and my blood family decided to disown me. During the the few weeks where I laid I'm bed for two weeks, disables by despair, I started praying and asking God for forgiveness. I rededicated my life to him. But, I did it as if I was an unbeliever. Although, I do believe I was still a believer, or at least a part of me did. Soon after, I heard God calling me to another church I attended prior(not the church the disciplined me). I spoke with my the Pastor there and he invited me to his church, seeing a true change of heart in me. For the greater part of a year, I tried to regain fellowship with that church. I had my new pastor and dad going to bat for me. They wanted nothing to do with me. At some point we gave up.
This leads to why I'm messaging you guys today. For 13 years, I have been dealing with massive anxiety, fear, and doubt. I started hearing intrusive thoughts. Doubting my salvation, doubting God's existence and doubting God's existence. These weren't my normal everyday doubts. These were intrusive, unwanted, and terrible. Its as if I they weren't mine. They causes massive anxiety. I was always doubting myself and doubting God. Never feeling like I was good enough. I started fearing the end times. Fearing I would be left behind. A nagging doubt that I couldn't silence. It was so bad, I walked away from the Lord because of how painful and torturous it was.
It wasn't until I met my wife six years ago, that I started going back to church. When I walked away, those thoughts, anxiety and fear disappeared. I still dealt with forms of anxiety but not nearly the same. This is why I was away for so long, I feared this pain. But six years ago, I decided to go back to church because I wanted to find the Lord again. In the beginning the lord spoke to me and gave me some encouragement to seek him. His voice was do clear, there was no way it couldn't be Him. These last six years have been marked by more anxiety, doubt and fear. It's been so terrible. Rationalizing through why this is happening, goes back to my original panic attack. I went from believing whole heartedly I was a believer, to hearing I wasn't. For 13 years I heard these doubts.
To this day, I'm still dealing with this. After years of asking God to remove this, He doesn't. With this, I feel like this doubt and fear has polluted my mind. Sometimes I have thoughts of maybe God isn't there. Maybe I'm not a Christian. Wondering if I truly believe. Still, I have this deep voice tell me the opposite, telling me God is there and I'm His. I'm at the point where I question it all. I feel like my prayers aren't being heard, or I'm not praying to anyone. As if God has left me completely. I sometimes consider myself like King Saul. God allowed him to have a tormenting spirit. Now that there is this peace treaty with Israel, massive fear and doubt has emerged. The fear of being left behind and seeing everyone I love disappear. I try to remember scripture. But, the anxiety is so overwhelming and clouds everything I do.
I am now on an Antidepressant. It helps dial down the anxiety and depression. Last October I went into a breakdown when I decided to allow the fear, doubts, anxiety to surface. The idea was to allow them to surface so I could finally face them and not repress them any longer. After this, I spiraled down into a broken mess. I had never experience such anxiety. I was in massive pain. I once again thought of suicide. I prayed and prayed through it and got on some meds.
I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, potential OCD, and depression. The meds help, but it doesn't fix the underlying issues. I feel so broken and messed up inside. When some sat they have this and Go to God for strength, I go to God and get more anxiety. Most of my my anxiety is built around God. It's all so irrational. There is nothing to fear by reading God's word or praying. Anxiety can cause irrational fear and voices. I can't approach Him, His word, prayer, having a discussion with wife about God, and even church without causing massive anxiety. I've been dealing with this for 13 years, waiting on the Lord to heal me and He doesn't. Also, I am still addicted to porn.
I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to live in doubt or fear. Yet, for I have tried everything in my power to change this. Ive also been waiting on the Lord to heal me. Him not healing me also feeds into my fear. Please help me with some words. I love God and yearn for Him everyday. I want God's peace and joy. All I get is despair. I really want rest, peace and joy in my life. I want to serve God without all of this. But I can't, it's too much. Please help!
I've been a believer for 17 years. I gave my life to Jesus when I was 16, and now I'm 33. I was raised in a baptist church. When I was 19, I was excommunicated from my church due to an addiction to pornography and debt. I had also slept around a few times. I was making mistakes I wish I could go back and change. A few months after my excommunication, I sat with my dad who told me I wasn't a Christian and was going to hell. All I knew myself as, was a believer. When he told me this, I had a first panic attack. I was overwhelmed and couldn't breath. I left there with a few week in great despair. I was so depressed, full of fear, and anxiety. I have never dealt with it before then. So I went home thinking about suicide. The only thing stopping me was the thought of hell. When I was excommunicated, my church family and my blood family decided to disown me. During the the few weeks where I laid I'm bed for two weeks, disables by despair, I started praying and asking God for forgiveness. I rededicated my life to him. But, I did it as if I was an unbeliever. Although, I do believe I was still a believer, or at least a part of me did. Soon after, I heard God calling me to another church I attended prior(not the church the disciplined me). I spoke with my the Pastor there and he invited me to his church, seeing a true change of heart in me. For the greater part of a year, I tried to regain fellowship with that church. I had my new pastor and dad going to bat for me. They wanted nothing to do with me. At some point we gave up.
This leads to why I'm messaging you guys today. For 13 years, I have been dealing with massive anxiety, fear, and doubt. I started hearing intrusive thoughts. Doubting my salvation, doubting God's existence and doubting God's existence. These weren't my normal everyday doubts. These were intrusive, unwanted, and terrible. Its as if I they weren't mine. They causes massive anxiety. I was always doubting myself and doubting God. Never feeling like I was good enough. I started fearing the end times. Fearing I would be left behind. A nagging doubt that I couldn't silence. It was so bad, I walked away from the Lord because of how painful and torturous it was.
It wasn't until I met my wife six years ago, that I started going back to church. When I walked away, those thoughts, anxiety and fear disappeared. I still dealt with forms of anxiety but not nearly the same. This is why I was away for so long, I feared this pain. But six years ago, I decided to go back to church because I wanted to find the Lord again. In the beginning the lord spoke to me and gave me some encouragement to seek him. His voice was do clear, there was no way it couldn't be Him. These last six years have been marked by more anxiety, doubt and fear. It's been so terrible. Rationalizing through why this is happening, goes back to my original panic attack. I went from believing whole heartedly I was a believer, to hearing I wasn't. For 13 years I heard these doubts.
To this day, I'm still dealing with this. After years of asking God to remove this, He doesn't. With this, I feel like this doubt and fear has polluted my mind. Sometimes I have thoughts of maybe God isn't there. Maybe I'm not a Christian. Wondering if I truly believe. Still, I have this deep voice tell me the opposite, telling me God is there and I'm His. I'm at the point where I question it all. I feel like my prayers aren't being heard, or I'm not praying to anyone. As if God has left me completely. I sometimes consider myself like King Saul. God allowed him to have a tormenting spirit. Now that there is this peace treaty with Israel, massive fear and doubt has emerged. The fear of being left behind and seeing everyone I love disappear. I try to remember scripture. But, the anxiety is so overwhelming and clouds everything I do.
I am now on an Antidepressant. It helps dial down the anxiety and depression. Last October I went into a breakdown when I decided to allow the fear, doubts, anxiety to surface. The idea was to allow them to surface so I could finally face them and not repress them any longer. After this, I spiraled down into a broken mess. I had never experience such anxiety. I was in massive pain. I once again thought of suicide. I prayed and prayed through it and got on some meds.
I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, potential OCD, and depression. The meds help, but it doesn't fix the underlying issues. I feel so broken and messed up inside. When some sat they have this and Go to God for strength, I go to God and get more anxiety. Most of my my anxiety is built around God. It's all so irrational. There is nothing to fear by reading God's word or praying. Anxiety can cause irrational fear and voices. I can't approach Him, His word, prayer, having a discussion with wife about God, and even church without causing massive anxiety. I've been dealing with this for 13 years, waiting on the Lord to heal me and He doesn't. Also, I am still addicted to porn.
I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to live in doubt or fear. Yet, for I have tried everything in my power to change this. Ive also been waiting on the Lord to heal me. Him not healing me also feeds into my fear. Please help me with some words. I love God and yearn for Him everyday. I want God's peace and joy. All I get is despair. I really want rest, peace and joy in my life. I want to serve God without all of this. But I can't, it's too much. Please help!
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