I thought insomnia was normal, and nightmares were a symptom of my not reading enough scripture.  I thought if only I could work harder and be more humble, more kind, and more representative of Christ, my reality would become more sane.  I thought why am I so terrible?  Why do I dream such awful things about demons and sexual favors?  I wanted to spread the good news of the gospel and help those around me in crisis, no one saw me in my own fucked up state.  No one told me it wasn't normal for a 20 year old girl to be facing these things.  It took two years of living in complete crisis to receive help for my mental state, and I am now having to undo a lot of the religious guilt for the freakish things I involved myself in only trying to cope and hope.  725 mg of pysch meds later...