In my times of depression. . . My life is falling apart. It was a year where I was truly questioning my Christian faith over the atheism. I knew there was something wrong with me. That is why I brought myself to a psychiatrist and sought treatment.

Of course, my mother has a different approach to my treatment. She forced me to attend Christian Services every Sunday. Yes, I like the people. They’re nice. That is all I can say. Honestly, I do not condone their beliefs. I, however, found my breaking point into which I finally let go of my Christian faith.

It was another Sunday. Nothing special. Then, there’s the pastor preaching about the love of Jesus! Yay! Sadness is just due to the lack of the holy spirit in our lives and the lack of Jesus in our lives. Oh, really? That’s great and all. As if I was screaming with joy when I was a strong Christian. And, also, he claims that depression does not exist. It’s only due to our “unholiness” and how we let the demons invade our lives. It’s because we do not take refuge in God.

Really, this was my breaking point. I was crippling due to depression to the point I can no longer function as a student, a daughter, a citizen of my country, and a human being. And, this guy just claims that I just need to worship some being and boom! Depression magically cured!

I still attended the services after that time, only out of respect for my mother’s faith. But, I still pursued medical treatment even though that pastor rebuked me for my “unholiness”. Guess what? Six months later, treatment for depression is over. I can finally function better. My mother claims that this is God’s work. Ummmm, yeah. . . Thanks mom for ambiguously supporting me.