Seeking a Sound Mind

Every day I face challenges with distorted thinking as a woman with schizoaffective disorder. For about fifteen years I was helpless, a victim of delusions and paranoia with no way to think rationally. I was committed to psychiatric wards again and again because even though I was prescribed Zyprexa, I took almost none. Why not? Because well-meaning Christians insisted that I did not have a mental illness, that it was just spiritual oppression and I just needed deliverance. Gullibly I decided if I was not really mentally ill, I didn’t need my medication; I only needed to trust in God and He would deliver my mind. My mind always returned…