Greetings,
Well, this is the first place I've expressed this other than my notebook, because I don't know who to talk to, or what to do.
Long story short, I was a missionary in Asia, and I lost my faith. I've always been extremely strong in my faith, but through a freak combination of wrong place, wrong time, wrong surroundings, and wrong everything, this happened. I had previous slight anxiety, which grew and caused my thoughts to start repeating themselves, and I just happened to be reading a book dealing with the 8 hardest questions a Christian can be asked. I must have attached fear to these thoughts/doubts, and instead of dismissing them I was drawn closer to them because I feared them too much. This in combination with anxiety, a very bad/dirty/polluted/hectic/overcrowded environment, caused me to have suicidal thoughts. I thought I was going to have a panic attack in the street and die. I had lost my faith. I started having homicidal thoughts about my parents. This must be contributed to extreme guilt. I obviously had some extreme depression during that time as well. Let me state firmly, that I would never harm myself or anyone else. Never. I quickly within a period of a week said goodbye to everyone there. My great job. Never said goodbye to my amazing cute 4 yr. old students who I was teaching English. And figured out a way to get home, across the world.
Thankfully I made it home without having a panic attack. My suicidal and homicidal thoughts continued to some extent while home, but have mostly gone away (or been pushed into my subconscious...?). On the long flight home my thoughts and feelings basically disappeared. I have not felt normal in 7 months. No joy, no feelings of love, nothing. Just unimaginable sadness and extreme crying once I realize what happened. My parents are depressed because I'm depressed, and I can't share this with anyone because everyone I know is Christian. My head is heavy and feels pressure. Same with my chest, very tense.
I had some stupid thoughts about reality a few weeks ago. Currently, I make extreme facial expressions of pain and sadness occasionally during the day, a lot of the day I have no thoughts at all, and I have no clue what to do. Hopeless. Who do I talk to? How can this be fixed? Any advice welcomed. I want my faith back more than anything. 7 months ago I was travelling the world in complete and utter joy. What do I do? Who am I supposed to talk to? I don't know what I believe anymore, how could there be a God, but how could there not be a God.
I have no clue where to post this, I figured 'grief and loss forum,' sorry if this doesn't fit but I don't know where to post. Thanks.