Rigid

My spiritual battles began shortly after my dad was diagnosed terminally ill. I quickly became anxious about whether he would go to Heaven after he died. I should have been more concerned about myself. I came to trust Jesus for salvation shortly after he lost his battle with cancer; I was 33. Over the next couple of years I was hospitalized multiple times for manic and depression, and diagnosed as bipolar. In short, I was a mess. Things only improved after confessing to sins I previously ch...