OK, I'm a believer - I have recieved Christ, always believed in God and, in spite of the common ups and downs, try to walk with/on/in his Word and love.
So far, so good. What's different though, or perhaps more precisely, makes me feel different from most other believers, is, well... this... darkness inside me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed all the time or anything, and when I am, I know I'm not supposed to be. But I'm very melancholic and sort of fascinated by pain, darkness, madness, fear, all the "bad" stuff. I guess I'm a sort of goth, I only don't look like one.
It confuses me a bit that I don't shun all these "dark" things, as I'm troubled with anxiety and stuff like that from time to time. Why do I take such pleasure, if I can call it that, in stuff like W.A.S.P.'s KFD album or listening to Nine Inch Nails with only a black candle lighting the room while I play around with a knife? Why do tales of insanity capture me so much more than, say, a cermon on TBN?
I'm probably not making myself clear here, I'm not used to talking about these things as I'm afraid people will think I'm depressed at best, or some sort of devil worshiper at worst.
It's really hard getting people to understand (almost as hard as understanding it myself) that I, even on a bright happy day, being totally relaxed and joyful, will think that death would be better. You know, wanting to die without being suicidal. I've got more good things in my life than I deserve or could wish for, still I long for death. Heaven is an incredible bonus, but I'd actually be happy knowing I would simply cease to exist.
So far, so good. What's different though, or perhaps more precisely, makes me feel different from most other believers, is, well... this... darkness inside me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed all the time or anything, and when I am, I know I'm not supposed to be. But I'm very melancholic and sort of fascinated by pain, darkness, madness, fear, all the "bad" stuff. I guess I'm a sort of goth, I only don't look like one.
It confuses me a bit that I don't shun all these "dark" things, as I'm troubled with anxiety and stuff like that from time to time. Why do I take such pleasure, if I can call it that, in stuff like W.A.S.P.'s KFD album or listening to Nine Inch Nails with only a black candle lighting the room while I play around with a knife? Why do tales of insanity capture me so much more than, say, a cermon on TBN?
I'm probably not making myself clear here, I'm not used to talking about these things as I'm afraid people will think I'm depressed at best, or some sort of devil worshiper at worst.
It's really hard getting people to understand (almost as hard as understanding it myself) that I, even on a bright happy day, being totally relaxed and joyful, will think that death would be better. You know, wanting to die without being suicidal. I've got more good things in my life than I deserve or could wish for, still I long for death. Heaven is an incredible bonus, but I'd actually be happy knowing I would simply cease to exist.