What you have experienced is only very superficially like solitary confinement. It sounds dramatic to compare your existence to that of someone in solitary confinement but your actual experience has not been truly solitary nor under forced and prolonged confinement.
I'm not suggesting your situation is easy, but you can magnify what hardships you face out of all proportion by over-dramatizing them through comparison to things like solitary confinement. I was a teenager once. I used to do this sort of thing a lot and work myself into a state of unhappiness that my situation did not really warrant. I hope you won't make the same mistake.
It was forced for 14 years, quite a long time.
Didn't have a choice, it was forced.
Be careful how you use the term "literally." If you had literally been alone your whole life, you would not have encountered one single other person in all your seventeen years of life. Being alone in a literal sense is not what you have described of your life. Now, your life may have felt lonely, and your familial relationships may have been distant and cold, but this is not the same as being literally alone your entire life. Again, you're over-dramatizing things and this will always lead to greater unhappiness than your circumstances warrant.
This just seems like nit picking.
Of course I haven't literately never came into contact with another person.
I'll put it in another way, my living relationships have been unbearably scarce.
There is never a worse, or a circumstance that warrants, a certain amount of unhappiness.
It all depends on the person, and me, this situation I'm in, gives me a lot of unhappiness.
But as your posts reveal, you aren't really thinking about your situation as it actually is. You've exaggerated your circumstances, added drama to them, and thereby heightened - artificially - your unhappiness. If you don't work to get perspective on your life, this practice of exaggeration will only expand and lead to greater and greater unhappiness.
I'm not adding drama, and I am thinking about how my circumstances actually are.
I am alone, nothing I can do about it right now, makes me sad.
But it's not, actually. I high view of God would put Him smack in the center of your life as the core and primary focus of all you are and do. His will would be the fundamental, driving force of every decision and effort you make. But this isn't what you've described of your life.
Why are you even arguing this? I came here for advice, not to be told I don't much like God because I'm sad in my situation.
And it is exactly as I described my life, my focus is on him everyday, I worry about other people because they don't have him, it actually gives me a great deal of stress that people are going to hell.
I think about it constantly, to the point where I've made it my full time study, I live as closely as I can to the book in terms of morality,
I don't watch inappropriate content, I try not to lie, I try my best to be nice, I don't say [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse], all because, and for him.
Is this good enough for you? I'm sorry I'm gettin a little ticked off, but come on. Being told that I don't have a high opinion of God, by another persons opinion of me, is not helping.
But you aren't living for Him right now. You're living for yourself. Your posts are all about you and your unhappiness, and your loneliness, and your less than perfect upbringing. A life that is being lived for God is occupied entirely with Him. As the apostle Paul wrote,
"For to me to live is Christ..." (Phil. 1:21)
Let me leave you with one last thing to consider: Happiness is one of the least important things to pursue in life. Any number of other things are far, far more important and often require the sacrifice of our happiness to obtain and maintain. Things like Truth, Justice, Freedom, Holiness, Righteousness, Wisdom and Peace have sometimes required the blood of martyrs and soldiers to obtain and preserve. But those things for which they gave up their happiness (and their lives) were much more important and made happiness a much more common experience for millions of others.
Happiness is an ephemeral, contingent, and elusive thing. Chasing after it as the supreme goal of living is both unbiblical and a never-ending and often resource-wasting effort. Be wiser. Seek after the higher, better things and as you do, you will enter into joy that endures and deepens and is a better thing than mere happiness can ever be.
Why can't I be happy, and still live for him?
Should I stay here, make no effort to better my life, and do nothing?
We should all try to be happy.
I've already been saved, and like I said, I'm happy that I will die, and go to Heaven, but here on earth I am miserable. I don't want to be miserable, it isn't my frame of mind that makes me miserable, it isn't my perspective, because no matter how you swing it, I'm still sittin here, alone in my room, and there aint jack I can do about it right now.
If I was called to die for God, do it in a heartbeat, bloody gruesome death, I don't care. If it's what I gotta do, it's what I gotta do.
If this is what I've gotta do, then I'll stay here, but I've had no instruction, or sign to stay here.
it is not a sin to try to be happy, what would make me happy is not sinful, it isn't money, sex, drugs, or anything like that.
It is the simple intimate contact of a human being, I fail to see what's wrong with that.
(by intimate I do not mean sexual or anything like that).
I grew up, mom always leaving us, dad always at work, and the people who "raised" me, always locked in their rooms.
Guy across the street, shot and killed in his own house, lived next to a halfway house, just to give you an idea of the kinda of happy, cheery environment I grew up in.
Was never once shown affection, by anyone, no one comforted me during the numerous times my mom left.
All I heard was yelling, constantly, arguing and fighting.
Move to a new place.
Worse neighborhood.
Gangs, drug dealers, needles everywhere, not a good place to be living.
I get mugged, walkin to the store to get me a can of sardines, guy pulls a gun on me for like 3 bucks in quarters and dimes.
Keep it all secret, locked inside, suppress it. All the while I'm alone, nobody to confide in, or help me through it.
Just me alone, with my thoughts, for years.
At this point, it isn't technically forced no, but logically, why would I run away?
I have no money, nowhere to go, and I know no one. What's the game plan?
No homeschool events, no social gatherings of any kind, only like 5 months ago was I permitted to go to a church, which my brother drives me to (and no, he will not drive me to anywhere else, I have tried), or sometimes I'll walk, if it's a nice day out.
It's still in the crappy neighborhood, so I run the risk of my life, but I don't much care no more. If I die, I die, end it shorter, I'm going to Heaven, the quicker the better, as I see it.
I can't just ignore it, being alone is just the tip of the iceberg.
I got a lot of crap I keep inside, and that I'm not gonna share publicly.
It eats away at my mind, and causes me quite a bit of discomfort.
God or no God, it's tough to live with.
Especially with no moral support.