Mental Health — From Shame to Seeking Help, Part Six: Unashamed of Taking Evil Pills

Mental Health — From Shame to Seeking Help, Part Six: Unashamed of Taking Evil Pills

HA note: This series is reprinted with permission from Lana Hobbs’ blog, Lana Hobbs the Brave. Lana describes herself as “an aspiring writer and a former religious fundamentalist” who currently identifies as “post-Christian.” She was homeschooled in junior high and highschool. Part Six of this series was originally published on June 17, 2013.

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In this series: Part OnePart TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart SixPart Seven.

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Part Six: Unashamed of Taking Evil Pills

This is the next part in my story of over coming shame and stigma from my fundamentalist christian upbringing, and finally being willing to take medication and get therapy for bipolar disorder – which hadn’t been diagnosed at the time. For the introduction and list of all previous posts, see here. The following section doesn’t deal with depression, but with another problem that required a solution which many people I knew would have been opposed to, and therefore wound up being closely linked to my later decision to take anti-depressants and mood stabilizers.

In spring 2012, I began having worse health problems than usual. They seemed to be, ahem, lady problems. I’ll not be very explicit, but it is actually an important part of my story.

I had severe pain and dizziness during different points in my cycle, and irregular periods. After a several months of suffering, with days at a time that I was so dizzy and cramping so badly that I was practically immobile, I made the connection with the pain and my cycles, and then finally made an appointment with an ob-gyn.

I had some blood tests done, but nothing came back irregular.

My ob-gyn wasn’t sure what to do besides prescribe birth control pills. They would stop me from ovulating and supress my natural hormones. She figured it would give me relief and perhaps when I went off them, my cycles would be better able to regulate themselves.

One problem: I was taught that birth control pills are a sin, because they are abortifacient. Still, I wanted to be physically healthy to take care of my family.

I was in a pickle. So I turned to Google. I spent hours online looking for answers. I hoped to either find another way of dealing with my problems, or else find that certain pills were less risky, but my research actually led me to believe that evangelicals have generally blown the ‘abortifacient’ thing WAY out of proportion.

After much reading and emotional wrestling, I decided pills weren’t abortion, and that it wasn’t my job to make sure that my womb was constantly ready for children I didn’t plan to conceive, at the expense of caring for the children I already have (and my husband and myself). My pain and dizziness was putting me out of commission about ten days each month at that point.

I took the pill. For about a month, it made my emotions crazy. The hormones were nuts. Then it began to help with the pain and the hormones screwing up my brain gradually quieted down. I wasn’t really better, but I was better than I had been and on the road to improvement. I was told to give it three months and during month two, I began to feel hopeful.

I had a friend over during the time that the crazy symptoms of starting birth control were abating. We talked about my health a little, and I told her I was getting better compared to the first month, and I was hopeful this would really help my strange health problems.

Sometime shortly after, I had a rather emotional weekend involving a bit of family stuff.

We got to church late that Sunday. I was tense already. The sermon was about stress. The pastor repeated over and over the things that make people stressed. (I think the point was we should trust God?) At one point he shared an anecdote about how ‘stressed’ people in Walmart are when their kids pitch a fit, but that’s all because they never taught the kid to behave by spanking it like God said. That really made me angry. I was nauseous from being so angry at the judgemental attitudes Christians often have towards other’s parenting, when they have no clue what is going on with the family. (We don’t spank, by the way. Non-spanking is frowned on at our old church.)

Plus the word stress, over and over, made me feel even more stressed.

After the service, I was surrounded by a horde of women telling me they had prayed for us earlier in the service; my friend had shared a prayer request and they were all so glad I was doing so much better, praise God!

I was bewildered and felt betrayed by a trusted friend sharing about me to the whole church without permission.  Besides, I wasn’t really ‘better’ and if I were, what would all these women who were praising God say, if they knew the pills so many of them called evil, abortifacient, and ‘not pro-life’ were what were starting to help me feel better. Prayer had done nothing, the pills that were off limits for so long due to my religious beliefs had done something (and by the time the three months were up, they had helped immensely! I still take them).

I felt like all these people were flocking around me to praise God, without really caring about the state of my mind, body, or heart. They just wanted to hear a testimony.

There, with the stress, the frustration at church, and the knowledge my solution was a villified little pill, I had a panic attack in the middle of all those women. I retreated as soon as I could and hugged my knees to my chest in a dark room, while taking deep breaths.

Then I stood, gathered myself, and walked out the door with dignity, nodding goodbyes to everyone.

I sat in the car with a smile on my face. Luke caught up with me with the kids.

‘Well, dear’, I told him, ‘this is my last time at church. I’m done and I am very happy with my decision. You go wherever you want for church, but I am deciding to be my own person, and I am done until I am ready to go back.’

I’ve been to my in-law’s church a few times since (have I mentioned Luke is a PK?), for special occasions, but most of those have triggered panic attacks.

I need more time, and I may never go back to any church.

The evil pills helped me more than the prayers. Despite what I had believed about medical professionals being money-grabbers, the doctors cared more about me really getting better than most of the people seemed to. I realized if I wanted to get healthy I would have to embrace the medical discoveries, because prayer, herbs and trying to have a perfect attitude and a perfect diet were not solving my problems.

My last time in church was early fall 2012. The birth control pills helped me feel healthier, and taking pills I had once thought were wrong to take made me more open to both doctors and possibly taking medications for mental illness some day.

I was doing better than I had in awhile, and i felt lighter from leaving a church where people seemed to judge anyone making different choices. By this point i had tasted ‘grace’ – or understanding of differences – in a few friends and my mother in law and in books like Grace based Parenting, and I thought the church should have more of that. I’ve found a lot more kindness and love outside the Church than inside it.

I continued to have my usual mood swings, but nothing I couldn’t cope with. But then came winter.

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To be continued.

12 responses to “Mental Health — From Shame to Seeking Help, Part Six: Unashamed of Taking Evil Pills

  1. I am enjoying reading your story. Not that you went through so much pain, but hearing your story. Your story needs to be heard. You need to be heard. I hope that you are doping better. There are many churches that are not like that church – that should have never happened to you!

    • Thank-you for reading my story :)
      I feel nervous going to any church or group of people, because people were so kind and accepting at first, until we had joined. It felt like love bombing, you know – that’s a term I’ve heard describing how cults get people to join. Not saying the church was a cult, but it had some similarities… Anyways. Ppl welcome visitors and once they are roped in they had better comply…
      So I feel like anywhere I go I will eventually be judged… I do miss seeing some people every week, though. And I miss singing with people most of all. Mostly I’m happier. That kind of church is stressful!

      • Hi! It’s great to read such stories as many well meaning Christians never realised the harm they inflict on others once they are “programmed” or stuck with the institution for so long. There are genuine Christians who really do care for the person. Look out for these people who will always be there for you. Check the bible, I don’t think God intended church to be this way or the organic home church that has also evolved to be a system. God builds you together with people you are meant to be with to encourage or exhort one another. You don’t need to join a church to do that. Or only do that on Sunday. It’s just tradition. God hates that. Just meet up or worship at home with whoever you feel comfortable with. Do take care. And continue to believe God is for you. He’s not there to harm you or control you. He sets laws only for our protection. :) May His joy And Salvation feel your heart as you struggle through your health problems. Shalom!

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  7. Like the term “Evil Pills”. Sounds like take one and you grow a waxed mustache you can twirl while cackling like Snidely Whiplash.

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  9. Don’t know if you still check comments on such an old post, or if you still have a desire for a church community and problems with attending, but if there is a Unitarian Universalist congregation in your area, it might be worth a try for you. I was afraid of it at first; I didn’t believe it could possibly be as open as people said, that I could possibly be welcomed without judgement, but it’s true. I walked in one day after working up my nerve. I hadn’t planned to, . I wasn’t dressed for it ( I think I was wearing a Social Distortion t-shirt and torn jeans) and this lovely old woman started talking to me, gently and without a hint of condescension. Since joining the years ago, I’ve lost the shame of my job (I work at an adult video store. My previous church, anyone who found out would tell me, confidentially, that they would pay for me to find a different job) and my store has actually made a donation of products to a church auction fund raiser. I identify as a pagan with Buddhist tendencies; that’s perfectly ok. They accept anyone, as long as the person respects others right to believe their own way. It’s been a huge help to me, coming from a patriarchal and controlling homeschool environment with a psychotic Christian dad who was mentally ill himself and still told me I was faking it. Sorry for such a long comment, it’s hard to describe why I would recommended a church to someone (especially a non-denominational one with absolutely no witnessing requirement or emphasis) without going into personal experience. If you’re at all interested, please look online or talk to the minister of the local congregation, they’d be happy to talk to you and I promise they really are as accepting as they seem, no conformity required. I’ll shut up now ^_^;

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