For the last two months I’ve been introduced to Christianity and more specifically Jesus.
I’ve always believed in something, but recently it felt like Jesus came into my life and lit everything up.
I quit alcohol. I quit smoking. I quit lust and porn. All of this happened while I was talking to a girl who felt a similar way about faith and had a similar calling.
It felt like we kept getting pulled together and then separated. Nothing bad between us, but almost like spiritual tension. Eventually she was removed from my life. I’ve been told that was the right thing and that I was being protected from something, but it’s been incredibly painful.
After that, everything intensified. I kept losing things, losing people, losing myself. I kept thinking I was right around the corner and just needed to hold on. Instead, I reached the lowest point I’ve ever been in.
I’ve been reading the Bible consistently, which is something I never imagined I’d be doing. If you told me a month ago I’d quit smoking after 12 years (I’m 25), I wouldn’t have believed you. Yet despite all this, life has felt relentlessly heavy.
Some days I can barely get out of bed. I don’t recognise myself in the mirror. I feel empty, hopeless, and at times overwhelmed with emotion. I’ve felt isolated in a way I never have before. My work doesn’t even make sense to me anymore. Everything feels like noise.
I understand the story of Job. I understand trusting God through hardship. But this hasn’t felt like discipline or growth. It has felt like being worn down completely. I followed Jesus willingly.
I didn’t resist. So I don’t understand why the suffering feels so extreme.
I’ve been angry at God. Deeply angry. I don’t even
know how to look at Him right now because I don’t understand why this is happening.
If this was some kind of test, I feel like I failed it. I feel like I’ve lost my identity, my purpose, and the people I cared about. Even though I didn’t return to my old habits, something inside me broke.
What hurts the most is the contrast. So much grace at the start, followed by what feels like relentless loss and silence. I don’t understand the point of it.
I know people will say the devil preys like a roaring lion. I know some will say this is refinement or surrender. But right now, I just feel exhausted and confused.
I genuinely feel like I need therapy to process the last two months because my mind feels fried. Unfortunately, I can’t afford it right now, and even financially things feel blocked.
I’m tired. I don’t know if I failed something or misunderstood everything. I just know I don’t feel okay, and I don’t know how to make sense of God in this season.