Something not quite right
A gripping true story of dealing with mental illness and Godâ€™s healing. It is our sincere desire that our story will help those who are in the same situation as us: confused by mental illness, overwhelmed by its complications and its wide variety of manifestations. Above all, this story was written
(Luke) When I went home that night I was looking forward to the meal Jenny had promised me. However, she had had a terrible day struggling with things and hadnâ€™t been able to get it together. I hid my disappointment but tried to remember that she had been so supportive the night before. She would cook the meal tomorrow. The meal never eventuated and although she really wanted to cook something special for me, she had completely lost the ability to organise it. She was still regularly getting up in the middle of the night and spending hours on, what she called, â€śprocessing stuffâ€ť. The following week, I could hear her wailing and murmuring in the living room at night. I got up and tried to comfort her and help her through it. However, there was no end to â€śthe stuffâ€ť that had to be processed and it went on and on. We were up for three nights in a row. I took days off work because I was exhausted from being up all night and listening to all the intense problems. I realised I had to make a decision. Jenny was no longer functional and I couldnâ€™t let her go on like this. I was going to take her to the mental hospital.
(Jenny) I went to see the pastorâ€™s wife at the church where our son went to school. Within a short space of time and some discussion, I willingly gave my life to Christ. I finally saw what it was like to be a child of God. I was sparkling in His immense beauty, no longer was He sorrowful but joyous. I loved Him so much.
As yet it was still far from being over. I went home and the demons were flying all around the outside of the house - hoards of them. Yet Jesus would not allow them in.
Finally my mental state broke and Luke decided that it was time to take me to the hospital. Even as we sat in the hospital, I couldnâ€™t believe that he was leaving me there.