My Readers Think I Need Jesus
If you’ve read any of my writing, you probably know that I write a lot about mental health, happiness, and my personal stories of battling anxiety and depression.
If this is your first article of mine, welcome. We’re going to talk a lot about mental health, happiness, and personal stories of battling anxiety and depression.
I’ve been writing online for more than a year now, and I’ve slowly built up the courage to share more and more of my own story with battling anxiety, depression, and even derealization. It’s scary to talk about vulnerable moments, but doing so has been incredibly beneficial for me.
However, not everyone loves my stories. Some people think I’m an idiot. That’s part of writing, especially on the internet.
But sometimes, I get the strangest feedback from readers. Specifically, I’ve gotten a disproportionate amount of feedback that has led me to believe that maybe I need Jesus.
You can decide for yourself if you agree with my Jesus-loving readers after this article.
Does Jesus cure depression?
I don’t write about religion because I don’t know too much about it. The closest thing I’ve ever written to an article about religion was one article that I wrote about Buddhism earlier this year that went viral. It was met with some very intense feedback. You should check out the comments on it if you have a moment.
I was trying to philosophically figure things out for myself in public, and people took it personally. I’ve got a big mouth, and I insulted a lot of things about Buddha and his teachings. The article wasn’t an intellectual criticism as much as it was the rant of a 23-year-old who was existentially confused. It had a lot of vigor.
About a third of the comments on the article were from angry Buddhists basically telling me to go to hell (how very Buddhist of them), another third were from people who were readers who actually liked the article, and the final third were people who didn’t read the article and just wanted me to join their church.