How is life fair?
Everyone is going through some minor predicament here and there, but not all of them are equal, and not all of them are predicaments at all. There are those who stride through this life with absolutely no worry or concern whatsoever as everything works in their favour, and there are those who suffer through perpetual exhaustion, pain and suffering because of something they have no control over. Life clearly plays favourites.
Take me for example -- I was born with a minor deformity that only became worse after I had a fatal incident as a toddler that changed my life for the worse. I had lost tons of blood and had to be rushed to the hospital to save my life, and when I woke up, my worst nightmare began - I became a victim of extreme verbal bullying all throughout kindergarten, grade 1-6, high school and onwards because of an incident that I had no control over. I've spent countless nights crying about it and wishing something would change, but all I heard was the sound of silence. No one was around to help. No one cared enough to alleviate the pain of my physical, mental and emotional suffering.
If I ever opened up to anybody about my issues, they would immediately start treating me with kid-gloves and this just made it even worse.
It's gotten so bad that I avoid all social gatherings such as weddings, birthdays and whatnot because I KNOW for a fact that I would get all sorts of wrong attention due to my injuries. In fact, I'm reminded on a weekly basis that I look ugly and weird by anyone that I come across, and because of this I have missed out on hundreds of special events out of fear of being judged. And When I do go out, I must cover up my injuries to avoid people noticing that something is physically wrong with me and this pains me more than ever. I don't know what it feels like to feel free in my clothing choices.
The last person I spoke to said my weakness glorifies God, but I don't get how that's possible. I'm useless; A wasted potential that can't do much and spends all day locked up in a room. What about me is of any use to anyone?
My depression and anxiety are at a all time high, my body is frail and weak, and I live in a never ending nightmare of bullying because of the way I look, and I doubt any human being would be able to help me at this point. Thankfully, I've rarely, if ever, thought of suicide as an answer to my problems. My dignity refuses to look at suicide as a solution to my suffering.
So, how is life fair for me when I can't integrate into society the way others can? Please don't give me the generic "We all suffer because of sin" because that just won't cut it. If that's the case, then some people seem partially immune to the full effects of the human "Sin Nature" then. What exactly did we (Everyone with similar issues) do to deserve this?
Someone must've turned off the light at the end of my tunnel.
Everyone is going through some minor predicament here and there, but not all of them are equal, and not all of them are predicaments at all. There are those who stride through this life with absolutely no worry or concern whatsoever as everything works in their favour, and there are those who suffer through perpetual exhaustion, pain and suffering because of something they have no control over. Life clearly plays favourites.
Take me for example -- I was born with a minor deformity that only became worse after I had a fatal incident as a toddler that changed my life for the worse. I had lost tons of blood and had to be rushed to the hospital to save my life, and when I woke up, my worst nightmare began - I became a victim of extreme verbal bullying all throughout kindergarten, grade 1-6, high school and onwards because of an incident that I had no control over. I've spent countless nights crying about it and wishing something would change, but all I heard was the sound of silence. No one was around to help. No one cared enough to alleviate the pain of my physical, mental and emotional suffering.
If I ever opened up to anybody about my issues, they would immediately start treating me with kid-gloves and this just made it even worse.
It's gotten so bad that I avoid all social gatherings such as weddings, birthdays and whatnot because I KNOW for a fact that I would get all sorts of wrong attention due to my injuries. In fact, I'm reminded on a weekly basis that I look ugly and weird by anyone that I come across, and because of this I have missed out on hundreds of special events out of fear of being judged. And When I do go out, I must cover up my injuries to avoid people noticing that something is physically wrong with me and this pains me more than ever. I don't know what it feels like to feel free in my clothing choices.
The last person I spoke to said my weakness glorifies God, but I don't get how that's possible. I'm useless; A wasted potential that can't do much and spends all day locked up in a room. What about me is of any use to anyone?
My depression and anxiety are at a all time high, my body is frail and weak, and I live in a never ending nightmare of bullying because of the way I look, and I doubt any human being would be able to help me at this point. Thankfully, I've rarely, if ever, thought of suicide as an answer to my problems. My dignity refuses to look at suicide as a solution to my suffering.
So, how is life fair for me when I can't integrate into society the way others can? Please don't give me the generic "We all suffer because of sin" because that just won't cut it. If that's the case, then some people seem partially immune to the full effects of the human "Sin Nature" then. What exactly did we (Everyone with similar issues) do to deserve this?
Someone must've turned off the light at the end of my tunnel.
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God gives us light. He is the Light of the World...shine your dim light for another, help another, and your light will grow stronger and stronger and the cares of this world will strangely dim... the LIGHT of HIS GLORY and GRACE!
