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Not a nice mix of emotions but there's a heck of allot that's been going on in my mind, allot of its deep but I sincerely concerns me as far as being a Christian goes and representing the Gospel. This is a pretty deep post, but I'm desperate for someone to help me find the answers.
Mods, shift this thread if necessary, however I would be preferred to be informed first, towards any changes that are done regarding this thread.
Recently I've been working alongside with various different psychologists and psychiatrists and it hasn't been an easy ride. My counselor whom I've known for years has been a blessing from God, even though shes not a Christian, shes been extremely accepting of my beliefs and me as an individual. Which is more than what most people have been towards me.
Here are the following diagnoses that I have been diagnosed with;
In other words, my brains a wreck. I beat myself up when I do something wrong through cutting, burning and drug abuse. I don't feel deserving of anyone's time or love, and frankly I have days where I just want to end it all. I feel trapped, but the holy spirit keeps persisting that I push on. For what reason, I'm not sure. My mind is confused. I feel guilty for wanting to end my life, Jesus didn't give up on me and I know that me committing suicide would be giving up on him. I don't want my life to be based on living for others, one day I would like to live for me too.
I've been living a secret life, not many people know what I've been through. My family will probably be the last to know.
Issues with GID;
Everyday, its hard not to look in the mirror and see something different than the body that you were given. Its hard when you long to be loved by another, but you can't because your different and the bible doesn't permit it, because it would be committing the sin of homosexuality, even though living with a member of the opposite sex would be homosexuality in my mind. If I can't be me, then why bother living at all? The only time I am free from the issues of my flesh is when I lose myself in what I enjoy doing, unfortunately its a temporary fix. I wear female, masculine styled clothing and men's garments when I can get away with it. I wear my hair short, recently I had a large quantity shaved off. For once I saw the man that I was meant to be.
I get frustrated when other Christians say that I am like this by choice or that I haven't got enough faith, to be honest I've rammed my head into brick walls over this. No one wakes up in the morning and decides to be the opposite sex in their own flesh, and most certainly not for 15 years. I've asked God to free me from this, but my shackles remain. I am beginning to wonder if this is a part of God's plan. I am honored if it is, but the pain can be deeply over whelming. The alienation, the isolation and the sheer ignorance from others has made me extremely depressed over the years, God is good and he knows I'm suffering. Some days the burden is lighter than others, but I know it will be there for as long as I live. I know If speak up, only very few people would be able to understand. Unfortunately my family aren't some of them. During my childhood and teens I've tried hinting, in hoping that they would understand but I learnt otherwise. Living in silence is hell, and I've had to because I've been hurt before by others and unfortunately it was during my time in the church.
I don't blame God though for this, how could I? He didn't do anything wrong. The wrong that has been done to me is by sin and by the hands of others.
Dealing with BPD;
BPD, this is a hard one to talk about because its hard to explain. My emotions flick on and off like a light switch. One moment I'm happy, the next I want to jump off a bridge. Its like riding a daily roller coaster. When I fail or something goes wrong because of me, the pain goes directly onto myself. Who else is to blame? I cut, I burn to release the emotions, I overdose on prescribed tricyclics to rid myself of the pain. Since telling my counselor, I have been on drug control and been kept an eye on by my doctor. What confuses me, is that why does everyone else want me to live? Am I the only who wants to see myself die, to rot and have my grave spat on? Its like everyone can see something that I can't. I don't think I'm a very decent person at all, I see myself as one of the worst of the worst and makes me sad is that I'm dragging the gospel through the dirt through my pain. I feel like that there's a monster within my flesh that hurts everyone around me. That monster is essentially me, my emotions.
Dealing with C-PTSD;
Every night is filled with nightmares of the past, which is why I take the drugs that I'm on. I pray to God to guide me through my nightmares. I have nightmares of the pentecostal church (which I was taught that the world was to end in the year 2000 and If I survived I had to martyr myself), witnessing attempted suicide, being molested and forced to molest others, the death of my younger sister and my uncle, being told that I was good for nothing and that I would never amount to anything by teachers, being bullied by other students. Most of this happened during my childhood.
For a long time I shut myself off to these memories, I forgot. Until similar events took place towards the end of my teens. Why did God choose for me to remember now?
What bothers me the most is the molestation, how many lives was I forced to ruin by own hands? As a child, it got to the point where I started fighting back. I didn't understand what I did wrong, but I felt sick to my stomach. I felt violated in so many ways but I couldn't explain it. Never, and I mean never would I ever dare to ruin lives by my own will. I've put my life on the line protecting people without hesitation. However I live with the guilt by my actions, I had a choice and I'll probably stand before God for judgment, I don't expect him to hold back on me. I deserve whats coming, its only justice. I know it sounds wrong, but there's a part of me that's crying out for punishment if it means justice for those that were hurt. I am that much in guilt. Forgiveness? I don't feel worthy of it.
I am so angry at myself.
Dealing with Aspergers and Dyslexia;
Both of these have been hell to deal with throughout my life. I've been misunderstood through my actions. My way of learning is different, and it takes me longer to absorb information. For years I called stupid and slow by teachers. Its had a huge impact on my self esteem. People still look at me as if I'm stupid, and I beat up on myself for misunderstanding or not meeting my standards. My mother has always told never to tell anyone that have Aspergers, she said that people wouldn't like me. People didn't like me anyway. I'm blunt, foul mouthed, lack social skill and clumsy. I try, but people alienate, and push me away. I don't blame them. I try to see myself from their eyes, but its really hard for me to do.
Sigh, what to do.
I'm sick of burring and running from my pain. Hell, I don't even know If my reaction to what I've been through is normal. Everyday is a war against myself. I don't know how many people can relate, or what words of comfort could be said, but any would be plenty.
Mods, shift this thread if necessary, however I would be preferred to be informed first, towards any changes that are done regarding this thread.
Recently I've been working alongside with various different psychologists and psychiatrists and it hasn't been an easy ride. My counselor whom I've known for years has been a blessing from God, even though shes not a Christian, shes been extremely accepting of my beliefs and me as an individual. Which is more than what most people have been towards me.
Here are the following diagnoses that I have been diagnosed with;
- GID (Gender identity disorder)
- BPD (Borderline personality disorder)
- C-PTSD (Complex post traumatic stress disorder)
- Aspergers
- Dyslexia
In other words, my brains a wreck. I beat myself up when I do something wrong through cutting, burning and drug abuse. I don't feel deserving of anyone's time or love, and frankly I have days where I just want to end it all. I feel trapped, but the holy spirit keeps persisting that I push on. For what reason, I'm not sure. My mind is confused. I feel guilty for wanting to end my life, Jesus didn't give up on me and I know that me committing suicide would be giving up on him. I don't want my life to be based on living for others, one day I would like to live for me too.

I've been living a secret life, not many people know what I've been through. My family will probably be the last to know.
Issues with GID;
Everyday, its hard not to look in the mirror and see something different than the body that you were given. Its hard when you long to be loved by another, but you can't because your different and the bible doesn't permit it, because it would be committing the sin of homosexuality, even though living with a member of the opposite sex would be homosexuality in my mind. If I can't be me, then why bother living at all? The only time I am free from the issues of my flesh is when I lose myself in what I enjoy doing, unfortunately its a temporary fix. I wear female, masculine styled clothing and men's garments when I can get away with it. I wear my hair short, recently I had a large quantity shaved off. For once I saw the man that I was meant to be.
I get frustrated when other Christians say that I am like this by choice or that I haven't got enough faith, to be honest I've rammed my head into brick walls over this. No one wakes up in the morning and decides to be the opposite sex in their own flesh, and most certainly not for 15 years. I've asked God to free me from this, but my shackles remain. I am beginning to wonder if this is a part of God's plan. I am honored if it is, but the pain can be deeply over whelming. The alienation, the isolation and the sheer ignorance from others has made me extremely depressed over the years, God is good and he knows I'm suffering. Some days the burden is lighter than others, but I know it will be there for as long as I live. I know If speak up, only very few people would be able to understand. Unfortunately my family aren't some of them. During my childhood and teens I've tried hinting, in hoping that they would understand but I learnt otherwise. Living in silence is hell, and I've had to because I've been hurt before by others and unfortunately it was during my time in the church.
I don't blame God though for this, how could I? He didn't do anything wrong. The wrong that has been done to me is by sin and by the hands of others.
Dealing with BPD;
BPD, this is a hard one to talk about because its hard to explain. My emotions flick on and off like a light switch. One moment I'm happy, the next I want to jump off a bridge. Its like riding a daily roller coaster. When I fail or something goes wrong because of me, the pain goes directly onto myself. Who else is to blame? I cut, I burn to release the emotions, I overdose on prescribed tricyclics to rid myself of the pain. Since telling my counselor, I have been on drug control and been kept an eye on by my doctor. What confuses me, is that why does everyone else want me to live? Am I the only who wants to see myself die, to rot and have my grave spat on? Its like everyone can see something that I can't. I don't think I'm a very decent person at all, I see myself as one of the worst of the worst and makes me sad is that I'm dragging the gospel through the dirt through my pain. I feel like that there's a monster within my flesh that hurts everyone around me. That monster is essentially me, my emotions.
Dealing with C-PTSD;
Every night is filled with nightmares of the past, which is why I take the drugs that I'm on. I pray to God to guide me through my nightmares. I have nightmares of the pentecostal church (which I was taught that the world was to end in the year 2000 and If I survived I had to martyr myself), witnessing attempted suicide, being molested and forced to molest others, the death of my younger sister and my uncle, being told that I was good for nothing and that I would never amount to anything by teachers, being bullied by other students. Most of this happened during my childhood.
For a long time I shut myself off to these memories, I forgot. Until similar events took place towards the end of my teens. Why did God choose for me to remember now?
What bothers me the most is the molestation, how many lives was I forced to ruin by own hands? As a child, it got to the point where I started fighting back. I didn't understand what I did wrong, but I felt sick to my stomach. I felt violated in so many ways but I couldn't explain it. Never, and I mean never would I ever dare to ruin lives by my own will. I've put my life on the line protecting people without hesitation. However I live with the guilt by my actions, I had a choice and I'll probably stand before God for judgment, I don't expect him to hold back on me. I deserve whats coming, its only justice. I know it sounds wrong, but there's a part of me that's crying out for punishment if it means justice for those that were hurt. I am that much in guilt. Forgiveness? I don't feel worthy of it.
I am so angry at myself.
Dealing with Aspergers and Dyslexia;
Both of these have been hell to deal with throughout my life. I've been misunderstood through my actions. My way of learning is different, and it takes me longer to absorb information. For years I called stupid and slow by teachers. Its had a huge impact on my self esteem. People still look at me as if I'm stupid, and I beat up on myself for misunderstanding or not meeting my standards. My mother has always told never to tell anyone that have Aspergers, she said that people wouldn't like me. People didn't like me anyway. I'm blunt, foul mouthed, lack social skill and clumsy. I try, but people alienate, and push me away. I don't blame them. I try to see myself from their eyes, but its really hard for me to do.
Sigh, what to do.

I'm sick of burring and running from my pain. Hell, I don't even know If my reaction to what I've been through is normal. Everyday is a war against myself. I don't know how many people can relate, or what words of comfort could be said, but any would be plenty.