I've been having problems discerning my own voice versus my sickness.
I mean I was laying in bed last night. I was frustrated that I wasn't falling asleep.
I felt anxious and I was trying to let go of the frustration and figure out what I really felt deep inside.
And then the thought came into my mIng that I would rather lose my salvation than get my laundry done tommorow. I know this sounds silly. But in the state that I was in, it's hard to think of whether I really meant it or not.
I wish that thought never came up.
And it doesn't end there. Even typing this message causes thoughts like the one bedford to come up (exchanging my salvation for seeking help from this forum).
I hate this. I hate it all.
Hermit
I mean I was laying in bed last night. I was frustrated that I wasn't falling asleep.
I felt anxious and I was trying to let go of the frustration and figure out what I really felt deep inside.
And then the thought came into my mIng that I would rather lose my salvation than get my laundry done tommorow. I know this sounds silly. But in the state that I was in, it's hard to think of whether I really meant it or not.
I wish that thought never came up.
And it doesn't end there. Even typing this message causes thoughts like the one bedford to come up (exchanging my salvation for seeking help from this forum).
I hate this. I hate it all.
Hermit