- Dec 29, 2012
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This song:
This isn't a poor little ol' me post although it will read like it. It's just realism from the heart. Questions that always have generic answers. There's a lot of people who have gone through bad things, but I know I have personally been through so much worse than most people are capable of comprehending. I feel like I know pain on a different level than most. Therapy, psychiatry, and being open is only going so far. As well as prayer. I'm still a hollow shell. I want to know what god was thinking when he decided I need to be sexually abused for a decade. Starved and beat as a teenager, literally I was a skeleton. Locked in a room for most of my childhood. Sent off as an innocent kid in a horrible situation to go stay at a military school for 7 months and get worked over as of I was a bad kid who needed it. Why nobody ever helped me. Why I then became a drunk for a decade. Why on top of it all I developed Schizoaffective Bipolar Type and destroyed my life even more not knowing until recently it's been a problem for about 15 years. Why I ended up in jails and rehabs when I needed help. Why I ended up divorced and separated not only from the wife he said her gave me but also my kids. Why my son hates me for everything. Why I'm poor and struggling. Why I'm also physically ill with hyperuricemia and high blood pressure and palpitations. Why my mother hates me for telling on her husband and won't speak to me. Why none of my siblings will either for the same thing. Why my identity was stolen from me as a kid and my mom made me believe my step dad who was abusing me was my real dad until I was an adult and found out the truth about 16 years ago now. Why my step dad was never prosecuted or faced punishment for any of it despite reporting it many times from when I was a teen up until even 4 years ago. Why my mind is always a disaster and what I did to deserve to live in misery in my mind. Why the only real mother I ever had my was mother in law from my ex wife and as of almost a year ago she doesn't talk to me anymore after her daughter married again. Why I don't get to tell my kids goodnight. Why I think of my kids and they're just a 200 mile away memory 26 days out of 30. Why I don't feel the CPTSD but I'm told I suffer from it every day, and if I suffer from it that means something with it is partly why, at the very least, where I am today and for what reason because what did I do? Why he himself, God almighty, feels so far away at all times but I love him anyway and get humiliated and hated on in defense of his clear CLEAR word on certain issues. And so much more going on inside and that has happened that I can't even describe honestly. Why was I made to be destroyed? For what reason did her give me this life? I've grown tired of being alive but too scared to die.
This isn't a poor little ol' me post although it will read like it. It's just realism from the heart. Questions that always have generic answers. There's a lot of people who have gone through bad things, but I know I have personally been through so much worse than most people are capable of comprehending. I feel like I know pain on a different level than most. Therapy, psychiatry, and being open is only going so far. As well as prayer. I'm still a hollow shell. I want to know what god was thinking when he decided I need to be sexually abused for a decade. Starved and beat as a teenager, literally I was a skeleton. Locked in a room for most of my childhood. Sent off as an innocent kid in a horrible situation to go stay at a military school for 7 months and get worked over as of I was a bad kid who needed it. Why nobody ever helped me. Why I then became a drunk for a decade. Why on top of it all I developed Schizoaffective Bipolar Type and destroyed my life even more not knowing until recently it's been a problem for about 15 years. Why I ended up in jails and rehabs when I needed help. Why I ended up divorced and separated not only from the wife he said her gave me but also my kids. Why my son hates me for everything. Why I'm poor and struggling. Why I'm also physically ill with hyperuricemia and high blood pressure and palpitations. Why my mother hates me for telling on her husband and won't speak to me. Why none of my siblings will either for the same thing. Why my identity was stolen from me as a kid and my mom made me believe my step dad who was abusing me was my real dad until I was an adult and found out the truth about 16 years ago now. Why my step dad was never prosecuted or faced punishment for any of it despite reporting it many times from when I was a teen up until even 4 years ago. Why my mind is always a disaster and what I did to deserve to live in misery in my mind. Why the only real mother I ever had my was mother in law from my ex wife and as of almost a year ago she doesn't talk to me anymore after her daughter married again. Why I don't get to tell my kids goodnight. Why I think of my kids and they're just a 200 mile away memory 26 days out of 30. Why I don't feel the CPTSD but I'm told I suffer from it every day, and if I suffer from it that means something with it is partly why, at the very least, where I am today and for what reason because what did I do? Why he himself, God almighty, feels so far away at all times but I love him anyway and get humiliated and hated on in defense of his clear CLEAR word on certain issues. And so much more going on inside and that has happened that I can't even describe honestly. Why was I made to be destroyed? For what reason did her give me this life? I've grown tired of being alive but too scared to die.