I came to faith when I was sixteen. I had been raised in an atheistic household where I was taught that logic and reason couldn’t align with faith. But I also struggled with anxiety and depression from an early age; it got to a point where I questioned my existence, I needed reassurance that my life had a purpose. I was invited to Rivers by a school friend, and I went along because I had nothing better to do. It was through interactions with members of the congregation that I realised there was something more available than the listless life I had been leading – how were these people so hopeful and able to persist even through hardship? One day someone explained the Gospel to me – the reason people choose to follow Jesus – and it just made sense to my analytical mind, and to my despairing heart. That was 9 years ago and I have never regretted the decision to seek things out for myself. Becoming a Christian didn’t miraculously heal me or make my life immediately great, but I can press on in life knowing that I have a purpose and a church family to support me when things get tough – and that is far better than going on alone.