Yes. My faith in God was never in doubt. My faith in myself on the other hand....
The best way I can describe it is that it felt like a energy leach was attached to me. Getting out of bed when I didn't have to was to much trouble. I wasn't asleep but I would just lie there and not move. It was two terrible years of grayness. Why I didn't turn to drugs or alcohol can only be explained by His grace.
By the time it ended I had done a lot of damage to my life that I am still repairing. The happy little people who chirped that "If you just had more faith in God..." made the problem worse. Now days I just tell them to go read the book of Job and see if they recognize themselves anywhere in there. Back then only extreme self control along with the fact that I was just so tired kept me from loosening a few teeth.