I am the author of a new book called A Firm Place to Stand: Finding Meaning in a Life with Bipolar Disorder. As everyone knows there is a lot of stigma attached to mental illness, and this hold true for the church as well. Many Christians try to spiritualize these disorders, not recognizing them as medical problems. In an effort to educate and to eradicate this stigma I wrote this book especially for Christians. It shows that a person can have a close relationship with God and yet have a mental illness.

It is important to me to educate the Christian community because they are in such a good position to offer help. They only need to know how. They need to understand. My story tries to help them understand.

I would like to share an excerpt from A Firm Place to Stand.

MISCONCEPTION

I'm disappointed when friends and family who know me well say things that reveal a gross misunderstanding of depression and how it affects those of us who suffer from it. One person close to me thought depression was something we bring on when we feel sorry for ourselves. Perhaps she thought we liked the attention.

Sufferers of depression would do anything to feel happy and vibrant again. When I'm depressed, many friends keep me at arm's length. I don't blame them. It's not pleasant to be around me when I can't find anything to talk about except my pain. Depression does that to you: It turns your thinking inward; all you can wrap your mind around is the misery you feel. You end up feeling very alone.

Another person complained to me about an acquaintance with depression who couldn't manage to do anything more than lie on the sofa. "Couldn't he just try and make himself do something?" she asked. Nothing I said could convince her that this was an illness that, like other illnesses, couldn't be helped by simple willpower. Those who have never experienced depression find it difficult to understand how profoundly a brain disorder can affect the entire body.

A long time ago, when I was bordering on psychosis, my doctor put me in a seniors' care facility for a few days to give me relief from the stress I faced at home. I called a close family member to let her know where I was. She advised me, "You've got to pull yourself together and be strong. You have to try harder." That was insensitive. I was at the facility because I was doing my best to recover - I wasn't living with eighty and ninety-year-olds for fun. She should have known I always try my best. When I'm trapped in this state, extricating myself is extremely hard. I need time and medication to recover. If I sound angry and hurt, yes, I was.

A person I worked with recommended strongly that I get counseling. "You don't need those pills you're taking. All you need is to talk to someone at my church." She knew nothing about mental disorders like mine. She had no idea what I was dealing with. Again, I seethed, remembering how psychotic I was when I was first admitted to hospital. I could become sick like that again if I didn't take the medication my mental stability depended on. Would this person tell a diabetic to stop taking insulin?