Hello,
I am new to this site and came across it as I have been searching for answers and meaning. I don't really know where to start as I'm not used to telling people my story. So I'll just describe my situation.
I grew up in church in Holland, my family is still very active in the church, it is a small and friendly (most of the time) community. I moved away from home to the UK when I was 18 and since then I haven't really attended church anymore. Starting university meant that I had to work weekends and everything was new, so there was always 'an excuse'. I am now 25 years old and doing my postgraduate course in London.
For the past 6 months I have been seeing a therapist and been 'diagnosed' with anxiety (a combination of taking on too much and therefore failing in certain areas, stress and being a perfectionist, to name a few factors). This is something I that must have been building up over the years but I was never aware of it, I didn't even know what it was. In the beginning, when I found out, in a way it got worse. Because I started to find out from books and the internet what the remedies were, what the treatments were, on top of the therapy that I was given. I was of the opinion that now that I found a cause, I should be able to solve the problem quickly. How disappointed and frustrated was I to find that, even when you know what you should do and should change, there seems to be this invisible resistance in your body that doesn't let you change things, that makes you procrastinate, that almost made me feel sorry for myself. I had to use all my will power to face a new day. I'm writing in the past tense, but the situation is still very much the same.
Whilst I was looking for answers to cure my anxiety I starting thinking about God again, and my purpose on this earth. I had been given a book by a pastor in India a while back, called The Purpose Driven Life. I had put it aside for a long time but started reading it again. I didn't know this was an international bestseller! But I did see the reason why it was. I even bought another book by the same author, God's Answers to Life's Difficult Questions. However, though it gave me very good pointers and thoughts and enthusiasm, I found it hard to push myself over that threshold and put all my faith in just believing that God would help me, since for so long I had been scared of making steps and failing (I should say that I am now repeating part of my university course). It often sounds so easy, but doing it requires that big push that needs to come from deep inside me and I'm worried I don't have the courage. It is also very hard as I do not have a Christian support system around me. My parents are in another country, I am not a member of a church in the UK, and although I have very good friends, they are all non-believers. On top of that, and this is my other issue, I have a boyfriend who is a muslim. He is very open-minded and respectful and I do not have a problem with him being a muslim, and thank goodness neither do my parents. I know that many people do have negative feelings towards islam so if somebody responds that feels that way, please be polite, I do respect everyone's views.
When I started going out with him I didn't know much about Islam. I have never had a negative view towards the religion despite the propaganda and recent events relating to extremism. I have always believed that this is restricted to a small group of aggressive people and should not reflect on the 2 billion (or however many there are) muslims in the world. I still do not know much about Islam but am interested to find out more. We have very open discussions about religion, though again this is restricted as he is currently also in another country. We are both of the opinion that we are praying to the same God, just as the Jews are praying to the same God. However there are very obvious differences between the religions, to start with one of the biggest: that Jesus was a prophet and not the Son of God according to the Muslims. They hold Jesus in very high regard and even believe that he did not die a human death but went up into the heavens, but according to them he is not the Son of God.
I know that both issues are completely unrelated but they have both been in the forefront of my mind and if anyone can give me any insights, comments or references I would be very grateful. I sometimes feel that I'm alone in this and although I know in theory that God is always with me even if people aren't, I have yet to experience that feeling of not being alone.
Thanks Stefanie
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