- Feb 22, 2016
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I apologize before hand for feeling sorry for myself (as many of you are probably already irked about it). I am absolutely drowning in despair.
My road with God this year has been up and down. A few weeks ago I think it was on an upward spin. I repented of my previous actions of practically disowning God and telling Him I hated him (I was in a very dark spot at the time). I was praying to him and asking him for help in daily life and trying to give thanks for what I had even when I didn't want to.
Soon afterwards I was greatly tempted and swillfully sinned again. I shouldn't have done it but I did it anyway. Afterwards I was struck with more health problems suddenly and I thought it was punishment for sinning again. I prayed for forgiveness and tried my best to carry on but those small health problems made my existing ones worse. Now I'm despairing again.
I'm upset because I was trying to do so good. I volunteered (still am) my time to a good and righteous cause that will hopefully help others who are suffering the afflictions I am and I was starting to think that maybe God is more merciful and loving than my mind paints him to be. But it's all ruined. I just keep getting worse and worse. Every day is agony and just when I think the agony can't get any worse it does. This year I've hardly been able to catch my breath and it has gotten worse three times.
I just honestly don't know why I'm holding on anymore? Why haven't I just given up and ended it? There can be no possible reason that I can think of for God to have created me and kept me alive for this long. I am such a waste of space and human garbage. Society doesn't want me because I can't function like other humans. No man will want to be saddled with a wife like me. I will never have children because I couldn't bear passing on my genetic defects and hiccups to them. I just hope my other two best friends get married soon so I won't feel as guilty about not being able to attend/be in the bridal party and leaving them without someone to love and support them through the grief if I end offing myself in a fit of despair. I cry every day. I try to get up and do what I need to every day. Things just keep getting worse. I can't attend church. I can't interact with other human beings. I can't go out. All I do is go to a job that I can barely keep because of this to pay my medical bills and come home to a house filled with anger and despair to crawl in bed and come on here or other sites and try to find some consolation only to find none. I sleep (if I can) and do it all again the next day. I'm spent. God loves me but He's not coming to save me or help me or improve anything.
I don't want to disappoint him by dying but I see no other way out as I continue to get worse. And I know what everyone is gonna say: That I'm an emotionally weak millennial that just doesn't wanna bear her cross. Yeah I am. I'm a waste of human life.
I really can't find a reason to continue on. Why is it God's will for me to live like this?
My road with God this year has been up and down. A few weeks ago I think it was on an upward spin. I repented of my previous actions of practically disowning God and telling Him I hated him (I was in a very dark spot at the time). I was praying to him and asking him for help in daily life and trying to give thanks for what I had even when I didn't want to.
Soon afterwards I was greatly tempted and swillfully sinned again. I shouldn't have done it but I did it anyway. Afterwards I was struck with more health problems suddenly and I thought it was punishment for sinning again. I prayed for forgiveness and tried my best to carry on but those small health problems made my existing ones worse. Now I'm despairing again.
I'm upset because I was trying to do so good. I volunteered (still am) my time to a good and righteous cause that will hopefully help others who are suffering the afflictions I am and I was starting to think that maybe God is more merciful and loving than my mind paints him to be. But it's all ruined. I just keep getting worse and worse. Every day is agony and just when I think the agony can't get any worse it does. This year I've hardly been able to catch my breath and it has gotten worse three times.
I just honestly don't know why I'm holding on anymore? Why haven't I just given up and ended it? There can be no possible reason that I can think of for God to have created me and kept me alive for this long. I am such a waste of space and human garbage. Society doesn't want me because I can't function like other humans. No man will want to be saddled with a wife like me. I will never have children because I couldn't bear passing on my genetic defects and hiccups to them. I just hope my other two best friends get married soon so I won't feel as guilty about not being able to attend/be in the bridal party and leaving them without someone to love and support them through the grief if I end offing myself in a fit of despair. I cry every day. I try to get up and do what I need to every day. Things just keep getting worse. I can't attend church. I can't interact with other human beings. I can't go out. All I do is go to a job that I can barely keep because of this to pay my medical bills and come home to a house filled with anger and despair to crawl in bed and come on here or other sites and try to find some consolation only to find none. I sleep (if I can) and do it all again the next day. I'm spent. God loves me but He's not coming to save me or help me or improve anything.
I don't want to disappoint him by dying but I see no other way out as I continue to get worse. And I know what everyone is gonna say: That I'm an emotionally weak millennial that just doesn't wanna bear her cross. Yeah I am. I'm a waste of human life.
I really can't find a reason to continue on. Why is it God's will for me to live like this?