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Thursday, May 7, 2026
God Loves You But
Sunday, May 12, 2024
Christianity Can Be Cultish Part 2
Tuesday, February 13, 2024
BPD & Christianity Part 4
Technically falling under a psychotic diagnosis (thus seen more in Bipolar or Schizophrenia Disorders), delusions and/or hallucinations can effect those suffering from or even cause Major Depression-- which can co-occur with Borderline Personality Disorder. These delusions &/or hallucinations are not common nor are they listed among the world’s most diagnosed personality disorder’s (BPD's) nine criteria. Regardless, those with BPD can at the most extremely stressful times believe/feel/hear & or see things that aren’t real. The common types of delusions are noted under Delusional Disorder. A BPD individual could experience these on a much lower end of the scale, but none the less negatively effecting all aspects of their lives. It's important to note that the depression found in BPD may have different root causes than other diagnoses due it's link to specific childhood trauma, attachment styles, and genetic factors. Delusions can involve 1) believing someone is trying to harm or betray them, 2) having an extremely inflated ego, or 3) believe they have a problem that no one can ever fix. Typically, due to a BPD’s fear of abandonment, feelings of emptiness, and not having a stable identity, the first two types of delusions seem to be more prevalent.
(resources: https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/9599-delusional-disorder, https://www.borderlinepersonalitydisorder.org/what-is-bpd/, https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/30169467/, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wtMUfDwrdg&t=2958s, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLh98L0WZog&t=552s, https://youtu.be/vF08wnUXCUo?si=YFQR1kBzX53dA3zR )
When I was younger, particularly when I was elementary age and lived in the furnished attic of these blue apartments, I recall a couple of times hearing my name being called by people who weren’t there. Once it was a woman, another time it was an older male. Since I never found their source, years later I chucked it up to being angels who were calling me. I used to see tall dark fuzzy black figures in my doorways as well. I had a tumultuous childhood, so I sank inward to protect myself. I remember being so afraid of the dark when I was a child that I would cover my face with the bed’s blankets even if it meant I couldn’t breathe well. I would also hold my breath so I could hear more accurately the trauma happening in the next room.
Becoming more aware of how my quiet BPD has revealed itself throughout my life has also made me conscious of how Christianity has played into my developing brain. Already by the age of nine I dissociated (showed signs of depression)...a lot. I am well aware that I can’t self-diagnose and in addition to not meeting the average age of occurrence for delusions (40+), I had 'positive delusions'--an abnormal thing due to my religious conditioning. I believed I had a loving and holy relationship with Jesus, God’s son, who died and rose again for my sins that lead to hell. Regardless of how I felt that this “gospel” brought me a “new life,” its teachings could exploite someone who already suffers from these types of Delusions: Erotomanic, Grandiose, Jealous, Persecutory, Somatic.
This belief that Satan was seeking to kill & destroy me
This belief that I was chosen by God to get my family back on track
This belief that I was called to be a missionary…to India & the USA
This belief of us vs. them, Christ-Followers vs. Heathens, “of this world, not in it”
This belief that I was actually communicating with God. I heard Him & felt Him.
These things were 100% true for me and I felt like nature confirmed it. But that was also just my context.I understand that religion is so deeply embedded inside some of us that it feels like I’m trying to rip off our very skin. This is my personal opinion that there is no God. It is my opinion that at times this cult-like phanomenon can interact negatively on a already disruptive brain. My version of Christianity was all about intensity and feeling, urgency and contradictions. These indoctrinations from birth to adulthood perpetuated my already escapist-wired brain. My version of Christianity was like opening the door to the world of Narnia. Delusions often appear at the most stressful moments of our lives. They try to make sense of a world that doesn’t either by over or under-compensating.
Christianity gave me a purpose and hope, along with the frightening spiritual warfare and hell stuff. For many years my religion was my safety net, my security blanket. It was all my family and friends knew. This is not saying that religion creates delusions; it makes myths into reality and convinces conformity. I hold the tension of both the good and harm it did to my BPD.
This also isn’t saying that my delusions have ended once I became an atheist. Today I still fear being alone or walking through my place because I’m afraid of someone popping out to kill me. I freeze like a deer in headlights when I hear a creak in the night. My eyes play tricks on me and before I know it my thoughts of “someone is here” have convinced my heart to race.
Why do I share this? I feel like the more I have come out of my religion and more into the humanitarian perspective, the more I think religion shouldn’t be forced on children. But who am I to say how to raise a child? When is it the right time to teach a young mind spiritual beliefs and why? Should we regulate religious meetings more? How do we recognize the effects of our core beliefs on our mental illnesses? I would love to hear your thoughts.
My “heaven” would be one where everyone would apply all the healthy coping mechanisms we need to raise healthy humans so that we no longer have to pay for therapy...or go to church.
Thursday, January 25, 2024
Christianity Can Be Cultish Part 1
Christianity Can Be Cultish Part 1
YOUTH GROUPS
This blog began as a way for me to share how Jesus had revolutionized my life. My very first post is my "testimony." At the age of twelve, I was invited to join a youth group by my cousin. This group offered what I was missing-adventures, concerts, support, and inclusion. I came from an unhappy home and as a child wanted to commit suicide. My youth leader and sponsors at this new church presented the Gospel in a way I hadn't heard before. The message, 'Jesus wanted a relationship with me.'
Despite other teenagers calling us a cult, my Mom becoming concerned, and stickers agreeing with the statement that "we were brainwashed" because of Romans 12:1-2, I was a proud "Jesus Freak." From junior high all the way to receiving a Master's Degree, I was sold. Because of my extreme beliefs of what it meant to be a “true Christian,” I missed out on social opportunities, became weary of science, amplified my Borderline Disorder, and became unequipped for practical living.
I’m not talking about a going to church every Sunday, doing charity work, and singing in the choir type of Christian. No, I’m talking about the ‘I’m going to leave EVERYTHING and follow Jesus’ Christian. Youth Group was the fun and energetic just for kids church. When I got invited to the one I became a member of for six years, I was drawn in by fog machines, stage lights, talented musicians, funny games, and how the leader could talk about the Bible in a relevant way. These were the years of Adventure & Duct-taped Bibles. We were “challenged” to experience life in a way we hadn’t before; we were molded into something we were never meant to be.
If we examined the Evangelical Christian Youth Group which I was a part of according to Psychology Today’s post “12 Signs That Someone May be Involved in Cult” I would answer them as such:
The Big Idea-Presenting Jesus in a fun, relational, much-needed thing to have. To have Him, you must surrender your life (way of doing and thinking about things) and submit to the Spirit. Why wouldn’t you want to do this for the person who loved you so much to take away the sins you committed against God, your creator?
Love-Bombing-Jesus doesn’t just love you, He likes you. Since we are “heirs of Christ” we share in the royal status, we are ‘princes and princesses.’ We are the ‘chosen.’ God honors those who serve Him, all things work for the good for those who love Him. The church is Christ’s bride, we are cherished above all else.
A New Life-2 Cor 5:17 “Behold the old has gone and the new has come! Therefore anyone who is in Christ is a new creation.” We must be reborn, baptized even. We must have the fruit of the spirit. You are a little Christ. You are “god-image bearers,” the only chance someone might see Jesus today. You are set apart, called holy, and sanctified. Live like you have been saved or else it's like you’re crucifying Jesus all over again
Growth- Once you’re “saved or rededicated or reborn” you don’t just poof to heaven because God has a mission for you. You must study His word, the Holy Bible, to find out the solutions to everyday problems. It is your life support, your milk. You get into a group with like-minded (and same-gendered) people to hold each other accountable to this new lifestyle. You go on retreats to strengthen your walk with Christ. You fast to better meditate on scripture.
Rights of Passage-If you loved Jesus and loved getting your peers to experience what you have found join the ministry team. Wow, you’re so good at that skill we needed you to fill in for, how about you become a small group leader? Wow, people look up to you, why not become a sponsor? Then if you get all your credentials from a seminary you may be as lucky as a WASPM (white-anglo saxon protestant man) to become a pastor.
Isolution-Don’t go to that or this church because they teach things this and that way which is against what the Bible says here and there. You are a city on a hill, a light not easily broken, clothed in armor Satan himself can not defeat.
Hate-Bonding-we’re being persecuted because the Bible says the world hates us. We hate the sin, love the sinner. We will do anything to help the world see they are blinded.
Traitors-Joyce Meyers is a great author but she’s too prideful. Rob Bell is a great speaker but misinterprets the Bible. The 700 club makes Christianity look boring. America has numb Christians, most Christians don’t even read their own Bibles! Those who leave prove they were never saved to begin with.
Witch Hunts-Satan has disguised himself as an angel of light deceiving the world. It is us vs. them. How far will you go to prove Jesus is your all in all? Will you be the next Mother Teresa, Jim Elliot, Andy Stanley? What we invest our time into we become; who our friends are we soon mirror. Do you really want to be “left behind”?
Persecution Paranoia-in my youth group’s case, we were being hammered with how rumors, lies, and gossip would destroy us all. When in reality, it was to cover up a sex predator. The youth group severed over loyalty to this person.
Attack-in my youth group’s case once the truth finally came out, the pastors told us not to talk about it. We questioned not only our past with these people but also what the future would mean. How could someone “so godly” do something so horrible? Were all sins truly the same? Why was this covered up for so long? What else haven’t we been told? Was everything just a ruse?
Final Conflict-many left youth group and the church. Many still defended the culprit. Many just said fuck it…
But not me. I stayed in the faith for another ten years. I repeated the cycle over and over again. I was taught that our allegiance was to a God whom we could not see, not man. I was humbled because I put my youth leaders on a pedestal where they did not belong. I continued to witness three more churches with sexual misconduct, the fall of Mark Driscoll, and other “brothers & sisters” following a racist Christian president before I left. Christianity wasn’t my religion, it was my life thanks to my youth group.
And thanks to my youth group and those following, I now grow weary and skeptical of ever joining officially labeled groups. I despise the fact that we encourage our children to go to such events if we don’t know everything that’s being taught. As an adult who’s stepped away from Christianity, I can now see how my youth group’s tactics were similar to other cults. We had our own “godly” language, clothing, attitudes, politics, and music. We can’t ignore that the evangelical movement is making children drink the…(you get the point). Too much of a good thing can be bad and in this case, it was Jesus.
Thursday, September 28, 2023
BPD & Christianity Part 3
Continuation of Part 2 on Identity
What’s the ideal self? Why? And who defines it?
It seems to me that it is a mythological notion made into a standard that we can always be in perfect harmony or in line with a specific mindset and lifestyle presented as the BEST or ONLY mindset and lifestyle.
It sounds to me like a well-disguised cult.
"Know thy self!" People have shouted since philosophy hit the scene.
That’s what religion is for, right? To know our TRUE SELF?! The major religions teach something greater than ourselves is out there, can be known, and should be worshiped to gain something physical and/or metaphysical. In my seminary Spiritual Formation classes we discussed at quite some length about the I to Thou conception. We know ourselves in relation to others (ex: I am a child. She is a mother. They are my uncle. He is my cousin.) However, from the beginning, we are broken, sinful, deserving of hell, created in God’s image, and fallen perfection. "The Bible tells me so." We can not reflect holiness, goodness, or righteousness between each other because of this error in the story. We need to take on the image of Him who had no sin, yet “became sin” to save us. Jesus loves me. Jesus take the wheel. Jesus t-shirt. Jesus mask. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!
Christianity teaches me to lay myself down…crucify myself so that I may actually live. (Gal. 2:20).
“No pain! No gain!” Bonnie mocked as we brought up the topic of me joining Junior High Cross Country. She didn’t think I could do it. In fact, I hated running. I had tried to get fit many times before; making promises to myself and others that I would “change” the following week…month…or year. I needed to change. I was chubby. I wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t strong. I had thick hips, unruly hair, and “man hands” like my Mom. Why was I joining this physical sport? To prove her wrong. So she said this to warn me…motivate me…mock me? Who was I trying to impress? The guys at school who couldn’t remember my name but liked the outfit I was in? Or so that the guy I really fantasized about would HAVE TO take notice of me?
I secretly loved this notion of HAVING TO do something. This set of rules, standards, and outlines that I could follow every second of every day would be perfect. Tell me what to do!
Why? Because I don’t trust myself. In fact, I hate myself. I hate myself so much that I take sharp objects against it until my favorite color appears. I’m disconnected. Dysregulated. Longing to be disembodied. And as much as I had gained in becoming a “child of God,” I further lost that trust in myself. Churches shout this is good; my psychotherapy bill said otherwise.
My childhood already taught me to suppress my emotions; “giving it to Jesus” and “letting go letting God” was just another way of doing so.
My childhood already showed me that withdrawing was a way to protect myself; “retreating to my Strongtower” to me now just seems like a fancier way of me talking to my imaginary sister Samanthe. Of course, that’s blasphemy.
{...cutting people off people
….patterns of unstable relationships}
So what does all of this hot mess do when confronted with her desires that conflict with those of the sect she belongs to? Since I was not given a new coping mechanism (as established), I resorted to my old patterns. What do I mean?
The “Living Water” flowing through me was more precious than my very blood.
I cut off friendships…but oh how I prayed for them! I cut off from my family…because “whoever loves their father & mother greater than I is not worthy” (Matt. 10:37)! I cut off relationships…because they're simply not THE ONE.
The problem with bringing in that which is “bigger/greater than ourselves” is that we little by little chip away at the fact that we had some power to begin with. We’re taught that certain things are bad; thus, those who do them are bad. And just like that segregation is born. My old friends gossiped, lied, cheated, stole. Whereas my Christian friends gossipped I mean prayed and cared about my walk with Christ. My family, no, my country, had Christianity alllll wrong. iT’s NoT a ReLiGiOn, iTs a ReLaTiOnShiP.
Let's speed up a few years-I’m in college, states away from my hometown, and have my first boyfriend. He’s so good to me. He cooks for me. He opens the door for me. He listens to me. He pushes me off of him when I want to have sex because he knows how important marriage is to me first. Only problem-he’s Hindu. He’s not the one. Next, we have a guy at work who is smooth with words and can always conjure up a phrase that cuts to you quick. He’s too business and doesn’t do conflict. He also thinks the Old Testament was mainly fictional. He has to go. The next is a guy I cheat with to get back at the last guy for being an asshole. This one years later after off and on again sex threatens to shoot up heroin if you don’t come visit. But he also was the one who said, “Please don’t cut yourself when you go home” after we left the hotel hours later. Before I’m physical with anyone I spend years camming and DMing strangers around the world.
Christianity taught me to hate my body, but sexuality was trying to revive it…to help me really feel…to get what I rarely received-physical touch, appraisal, and admiration.
Friday, June 2, 2023
BPD & Christianity
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Relatable Disciples
The more I read of Mark (and in conjunction with where I am in life mentally) the more I feel like the disciples didn't struggle with (just) not understanding Jesus' teachings but that they didn't understand His love.
