“But this was not the beginning. And though “the beginning” is hard to actually pinpoint, one day does ring clear. It was another day, a year before this one. A day when the crisp, fall air was palpable, and the sunlight poured in.”
In what took a little over a year to write, I have written down my own story of being diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder at the age of 18.
In what was one of the most traumatic times in my life, I found myself trying to cling to a mean, cruel god– one that my brain was making up.
But more than writing a book about this cruel illness, I wanted to write about the Salvation, Hope and Healing that is found in Jesus Christ. When I was on medication and able to think better, I didn’t only realize that I was sick. I found that trusting Jesus, this Loving, Sovereign, REAL God, was imperative to my healing.
And so, I felt Christ wanted me to share this story with you.
Let the journey begin…