A lot of people have the right suggestion. Mental illness. Medication, etc. I just got out of the mental hospital three months ago myself. After spending 3 years going on and off medicine, and occasional therapy, but for the most part dysfuntion, insanity, and drug use (marijuana, alcohol). If you were to look at me now, “God has lifted up the lowly”. I’m in school, lots of people like me, in fact they like me so much that spreading the gospel has become very easy. People seem to want what I have.
Think about it like this, God has given you some sort of gift. If anything, the gift of suffering. In the end, you’ll be better off for it.
Now, talking to a psychologist and figuring out what’s wrong. That’s a definite. You might benefit from some medication. However, neither of these things are the cure. There is no magic cure. The only cure, is faith.
I’ll tell you this too. When I went “crazy” no one understood the things I was going through. Not the priest. Especially not other christians. I found most of my answers in the bible and the lives of the saints. I developed a fondness of St. Catherine of Siena.
In the beginning God gave us all the seed bearing herbs of the field. In this modern day, those herbs are used to make medicines among other things. Pills which have been time tested. They’ve made lots of advances in psychological medicines. They’ve still got it all screwed up. I personally have a love/hate relationship with psychological world. I really despise it at times. I’m thankful for the medicine though, and some of the people.
With all that being said, here’s what I did that got me through(with God of course) things I could not imagine being able to handle. One, whenever I felt an attack coming on, or just on a daily basis, I would go to the adoration chapel and sit before Jesus. For an hour or longer, at least until I felt safe. Not only that, and I stress this, I prayed the rosary. Especially the sorrowful mysteries. I would pray the rosary 2,3,4 times a day. There were times the devil would attack me so hard, I could gather my sanity well enough to GET to the chapel. When I prayed the rosary though he went away. At least for the moment. If not for the rosary I would not be here today and I can honestly say that.
Once again though, medicine, therapy, faith, and time.