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I ask myself. Will it ever end? The injustice that took place in 05 because I was psychotic because of drugs and in jail for two and half months with no advocate. Even after getting out I suffered from spring of 05 to fall of 05 of a psychosis. The trauma the jail put me thru and I just brushed it off cause I not only lost my mind I lost my ex. Today I am often reminded of this in my dreams. Dreams that would put to shame any writers movie or book. Imagine the jail as a human meat market filled with cannibals and you had no where to run since you thought in a state of insanity that every inmate was chopped up and killed. I live out this trauma everyday. I guess not getting the help I needed when I needed it was the problem. Today I wonder how does God use this for His glory. I don't understand how any of it can be used.
I don't do anything because I am sedated from medication. My life just seems to pass me by and the anxiety I feel for not doing my part as a christian is crushing. I don't know if I have attention problems. I know I did horribly in school but that doesn't mean anything. I just wish I had a life. I know ppl who say suffering produces good things but living like a hermit scared to face the world is hardly anything good.
I just want to experience the same peace I had when I gave my life to the Lord. But, as soon as I started to let head doctors mess with my head everything went down hill. I started to doubt in the power of God. I started to lean on myself for the answers than God. I'm not saying that the sick should not be treated if need be. I just want to be happy. Have a wife and kids. I want to be the father my dad never was but the way things look I may never get that chance.
I don't do anything because I am sedated from medication. My life just seems to pass me by and the anxiety I feel for not doing my part as a christian is crushing. I don't know if I have attention problems. I know I did horribly in school but that doesn't mean anything. I just wish I had a life. I know ppl who say suffering produces good things but living like a hermit scared to face the world is hardly anything good.
I just want to experience the same peace I had when I gave my life to the Lord. But, as soon as I started to let head doctors mess with my head everything went down hill. I started to doubt in the power of God. I started to lean on myself for the answers than God. I'm not saying that the sick should not be treated if need be. I just want to be happy. Have a wife and kids. I want to be the father my dad never was but the way things look I may never get that chance.