- May 28, 2019
- 28
- 49
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Female
- Faith
- Marital Status
- Single
I have been fighting for and with God for a long time. I've been bullied for my particular religion, abused within the family thru childhood, and persecuted for being ethical at all. I am used to being alone, ostracized, a scapegoat. I am used to many different kinds of psychological warfare, mind games, and "battlefields" that pose as innocent places. Like a workplace, or a home.
I got close a number of times to taking my life, and one time I was going to succeed. Had a really personal spiritual experience that took me a huge step away from that path. Over time, I reached a point where I wanted to live, no matter the misery, and have promised God not to take my own life. Tho sometimes that means that I may just decide some days that I'm done with life for the moment and I'm not getting out of bed. But then the will to fight always comes back.
I find joy in music, anime, video games, etc and I don't see myself as being too old to have fun. Sense of humor, dark as it might be sometimes, gets me through. I can handle nearly anything at this point, though I am still single in my mid-30s for a reason. No one can really handle it with me.
And I'm here for something that my non-religious friends really don't understand: being haunted. I had PTSD before hauntings from human trauma. Now I have PTSD from this. I've dealt with that "alone" too, by that I mean me and God. I tried going to someone within my religion for help and wasn't listened to. I have learned to fight on a totally different kind of battlefield, me and the might of heaven vs. the gaping jaws of hell.
But all of my battlefields leave their marks. And this one has been taking its toll since I can't talk about it. My house isn't haunted. I'm not even haunted most of the time. It started when I grew enough as a person to stop taking the psychological abuse from my narcissistic stepdad and stand up to him. I have been the only person who ever has, debilitating chronic illness and all. His circle and the folks in my church took his side. Flattery is more appealing than honesty. I had to leave with only a suitcase and a laptop.
Now, every so often I get harassed with the stupid menacing "I want to kill you" presence, certain kind of nightmares, or stuff getting knocked off my walls whenever my stepdad and other "religious" people get away with something that I've been pushing people in my religion to wake up and deal with. It gets quiet for awhile, cleaned out after I've called on Jesus and we've fought together, months sometimes, and then boom. I don't know if I'll ever be done with this special treatment.
I may not even be believed here. I don't fully understand it all, the connections or what I've stumbled into. I just know I've been the only one stepping forward and saying all the inconvenient truths, and these things happen as a direct correlation.
I would really appreciate anyone willing to speak up and just say "Yeah, seen the black things with the orange eyes, too" or who have some handy scriptures for the weary paladin. I would REALLY love to know how I can obtain some actual rest, tho I do accept the fact that choosing to do the right thing is choosing to be in this war against evil. So if there is no rest for the living? Ok. I definitely have plenty of fight left in me.
I got close a number of times to taking my life, and one time I was going to succeed. Had a really personal spiritual experience that took me a huge step away from that path. Over time, I reached a point where I wanted to live, no matter the misery, and have promised God not to take my own life. Tho sometimes that means that I may just decide some days that I'm done with life for the moment and I'm not getting out of bed. But then the will to fight always comes back.
I find joy in music, anime, video games, etc and I don't see myself as being too old to have fun. Sense of humor, dark as it might be sometimes, gets me through. I can handle nearly anything at this point, though I am still single in my mid-30s for a reason. No one can really handle it with me.
And I'm here for something that my non-religious friends really don't understand: being haunted. I had PTSD before hauntings from human trauma. Now I have PTSD from this. I've dealt with that "alone" too, by that I mean me and God. I tried going to someone within my religion for help and wasn't listened to. I have learned to fight on a totally different kind of battlefield, me and the might of heaven vs. the gaping jaws of hell.
But all of my battlefields leave their marks. And this one has been taking its toll since I can't talk about it. My house isn't haunted. I'm not even haunted most of the time. It started when I grew enough as a person to stop taking the psychological abuse from my narcissistic stepdad and stand up to him. I have been the only person who ever has, debilitating chronic illness and all. His circle and the folks in my church took his side. Flattery is more appealing than honesty. I had to leave with only a suitcase and a laptop.
Now, every so often I get harassed with the stupid menacing "I want to kill you" presence, certain kind of nightmares, or stuff getting knocked off my walls whenever my stepdad and other "religious" people get away with something that I've been pushing people in my religion to wake up and deal with. It gets quiet for awhile, cleaned out after I've called on Jesus and we've fought together, months sometimes, and then boom. I don't know if I'll ever be done with this special treatment.
I may not even be believed here. I don't fully understand it all, the connections or what I've stumbled into. I just know I've been the only one stepping forward and saying all the inconvenient truths, and these things happen as a direct correlation.
I would really appreciate anyone willing to speak up and just say "Yeah, seen the black things with the orange eyes, too" or who have some handy scriptures for the weary paladin. I would REALLY love to know how I can obtain some actual rest, tho I do accept the fact that choosing to do the right thing is choosing to be in this war against evil. So if there is no rest for the living? Ok. I definitely have plenty of fight left in me.