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TheAcherMan
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After being in spiritual depression for so long, I feel that bringing up issues one at a time isn't going to cut it. I've decided to lay everything out on the table (though even this isn't everything), from beginning to end. This will be long and only as organized as the thoughts of a man who's lost all direction in life can be. Feel no pressure to read or respond because, as I will expound upon later, I believe you would be wasting your time. I'll start with the beginning of my slump, as I call it.
Last Summer
In June, 2007, I had just finished my senior year of high school in Europe (I'm a missionary kid), and things were going well. I felt that my up-and-down spiritual life had finally leveled out and I actually looked toward college with some confidence. However, the peace I had disappeared. I found myself not caring about God, not wanting to serve him, and not caring about what he had done for me. A guilt rose inside of me because I loved God less than I knew I should. I was terrified of the indifference I felt toward him. I had always been logical enough to never find purpose in anything carnal. So if I lost my connection with God, I would be completely lost and purposeless. That was my fear and it happened. As much as I prayed, read the Bible, and strained to hold onto a love for God, my connection with him weakened. There was a part of me rising, a part that was deeper than I could control. As it rose in me, I began to think anti-God thoughts, thoughts of how I didn't need God and how God was just a nuisance to put up with. This part of me wanted a world of harsh, chaotic realism, not a God that didn't seem to work. I tried to fight this part of me, but was no use. My heart had turned to stone and I couldn't fight it. That's when I learned that you can't control your own heart. Either you love God or you don't. It's not your choice.
Last School Year
I started school (a Christian college), feeling terribly insecure and unmotivated because of my lack of peace in life. Without God, I had no drive to do anything because I could only look at the world and see pointless chaos. For a while, I continued to try to come back to God, to sort out my differences with him. But I had been trying for so long and it was becoming clear that it was pointless. So, a month or so into my freshman year of college, I stopped trying, stopped praying, stopped reading my Bible. I just got rid of all that burdensome stuff. Really, it was nice to be free. However, I figured I didn't want to live so pointlessly for my whole life, so I started going to counseling. At first it was nice to have someone on campus that I could be very open with. But that was when I still had some hope and was fighting to get out of this slump. By second semester, I was ready to give up completely. I decided to live life as best I could without God. But that didn't work out too well. I couldn't fool myself into thinking I had some kind of purpose in life. I was still miserable. By that time I was on a minimal dose of anti-depressants at the recommendation of my counselor. I'm still on them. I don't think they've ever done much.
This Summer
I wasted my summer. I spent most of it with my family doing absolutely nothing. I should've gotten a job or at least done something productive, but I didn't. I had no drive to find a job. Working would mean investing in and putting hope into a world which held no purpose for me. God had been the only thing that ever gave meaning to the world. Without him, I've been forced to adopt a chaotic pointless view of it... which doesn't exactly help with motivation. So I spent my summer frustrated with myself for doing absolutely nothing. Now that the summer is over, I can honestly say that I don't think I've changed or matured these past months. All they've done is let me dread the return to real life.
Now
I returned to school yesterday. Just as I expected, I'm miserable. I don't want to be here. I don't care about the people here because I'm too disconnected from life to invest in people. I've become a bit of a grumpy hermit. I don't care about classes. Why is my major undeclared? Because I don't care about anything in life! I have no ambitions, nothing I want to do in this world or commit my life to. So here I am facing another year, doomed to work every day on things I don't care about. Whenever I have a moment to myself, I will ask myself what the heck I'm doing. I'll remind myself of how miserable, isolated, and pointless my life is.
Conclusion
I was a Christian, but am not even sure what to call myself anymore. I no longer have any idea if my death would bring heaven or hell. I just know that I'm not on speaking terms with God and that the mention of him by others in a personal manner results in an angry annoyance inside of me. I continue to become disconnected from life. Questions like what's the point of this? and how can I justify that now rule my life as I hesitate to indulge in anything. Everything is pointless. Friends are just another burden. God is a vapor of what was once hope but is now bitterness. My relationship with God didn't work, no matter how I tried. I believed all the biblical things I should have believed, I trusted him as much as I could, and I gave him every chance I could. It just didn't work. Of course, like I said, you can't control your own heart. So maybe I was fooling myself into thinking I believed this God crap the whole time. Who knows? All I know is that if somebody comes to me with another encouraging Jesus died for you and wants to know you personally, or God loves you and there's nothing you can do about it or God can heal any wound or anything like that, I'm going to be sick. I've heard it all. I've tested it out. All God ever gave me was confusion, pain, and a strong sense that I was never meant to be a Christian.
Obviously, I'm not happy where I am. But I have given up on changing anything. I don't want to go back to what my relationship with God was, and I am skeptical of any solution to make things better. I've heard much and I've tried much, but I am pretty convinced at this point that God and I don't mix. I haven't even thought about the essence of my slump much lately, because I know there's no point. At this point, I am guarded against anybody's help or advice, because I frankly don't believe any good will come of it.
Last Summer
In June, 2007, I had just finished my senior year of high school in Europe (I'm a missionary kid), and things were going well. I felt that my up-and-down spiritual life had finally leveled out and I actually looked toward college with some confidence. However, the peace I had disappeared. I found myself not caring about God, not wanting to serve him, and not caring about what he had done for me. A guilt rose inside of me because I loved God less than I knew I should. I was terrified of the indifference I felt toward him. I had always been logical enough to never find purpose in anything carnal. So if I lost my connection with God, I would be completely lost and purposeless. That was my fear and it happened. As much as I prayed, read the Bible, and strained to hold onto a love for God, my connection with him weakened. There was a part of me rising, a part that was deeper than I could control. As it rose in me, I began to think anti-God thoughts, thoughts of how I didn't need God and how God was just a nuisance to put up with. This part of me wanted a world of harsh, chaotic realism, not a God that didn't seem to work. I tried to fight this part of me, but was no use. My heart had turned to stone and I couldn't fight it. That's when I learned that you can't control your own heart. Either you love God or you don't. It's not your choice.
Last School Year
I started school (a Christian college), feeling terribly insecure and unmotivated because of my lack of peace in life. Without God, I had no drive to do anything because I could only look at the world and see pointless chaos. For a while, I continued to try to come back to God, to sort out my differences with him. But I had been trying for so long and it was becoming clear that it was pointless. So, a month or so into my freshman year of college, I stopped trying, stopped praying, stopped reading my Bible. I just got rid of all that burdensome stuff. Really, it was nice to be free. However, I figured I didn't want to live so pointlessly for my whole life, so I started going to counseling. At first it was nice to have someone on campus that I could be very open with. But that was when I still had some hope and was fighting to get out of this slump. By second semester, I was ready to give up completely. I decided to live life as best I could without God. But that didn't work out too well. I couldn't fool myself into thinking I had some kind of purpose in life. I was still miserable. By that time I was on a minimal dose of anti-depressants at the recommendation of my counselor. I'm still on them. I don't think they've ever done much.
This Summer
I wasted my summer. I spent most of it with my family doing absolutely nothing. I should've gotten a job or at least done something productive, but I didn't. I had no drive to find a job. Working would mean investing in and putting hope into a world which held no purpose for me. God had been the only thing that ever gave meaning to the world. Without him, I've been forced to adopt a chaotic pointless view of it... which doesn't exactly help with motivation. So I spent my summer frustrated with myself for doing absolutely nothing. Now that the summer is over, I can honestly say that I don't think I've changed or matured these past months. All they've done is let me dread the return to real life.
Now
I returned to school yesterday. Just as I expected, I'm miserable. I don't want to be here. I don't care about the people here because I'm too disconnected from life to invest in people. I've become a bit of a grumpy hermit. I don't care about classes. Why is my major undeclared? Because I don't care about anything in life! I have no ambitions, nothing I want to do in this world or commit my life to. So here I am facing another year, doomed to work every day on things I don't care about. Whenever I have a moment to myself, I will ask myself what the heck I'm doing. I'll remind myself of how miserable, isolated, and pointless my life is.
Conclusion
I was a Christian, but am not even sure what to call myself anymore. I no longer have any idea if my death would bring heaven or hell. I just know that I'm not on speaking terms with God and that the mention of him by others in a personal manner results in an angry annoyance inside of me. I continue to become disconnected from life. Questions like what's the point of this? and how can I justify that now rule my life as I hesitate to indulge in anything. Everything is pointless. Friends are just another burden. God is a vapor of what was once hope but is now bitterness. My relationship with God didn't work, no matter how I tried. I believed all the biblical things I should have believed, I trusted him as much as I could, and I gave him every chance I could. It just didn't work. Of course, like I said, you can't control your own heart. So maybe I was fooling myself into thinking I believed this God crap the whole time. Who knows? All I know is that if somebody comes to me with another encouraging Jesus died for you and wants to know you personally, or God loves you and there's nothing you can do about it or God can heal any wound or anything like that, I'm going to be sick. I've heard it all. I've tested it out. All God ever gave me was confusion, pain, and a strong sense that I was never meant to be a Christian.
Obviously, I'm not happy where I am. But I have given up on changing anything. I don't want to go back to what my relationship with God was, and I am skeptical of any solution to make things better. I've heard much and I've tried much, but I am pretty convinced at this point that God and I don't mix. I haven't even thought about the essence of my slump much lately, because I know there's no point. At this point, I am guarded against anybody's help or advice, because I frankly don't believe any good will come of it.