I know that this is going to come off as quite strange, but I am having some terrifying thoughts of reality lately.
A little background first:
I grew up in a Christian home from age eleven until 18. Before that, my parents were actually on some drugs and living life "in the fast lane." When I was extremely young, I specifically remember having a happy childhood (and this lasted throughout my childhood) but that my parents were kind of careless. I was obsessed with "Child's Play" and had dolls of Chucky. I also remember that I watched movies like IT (when I was extremely young...probably like 2-3) and A Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. I also remember "The Wall" as a horrifying movie.
I have also, ever since I can remember noticing it (probably 5...around the school age) had anxiety. i remember getting sick daily because I was scared of people and how they would treat me (not that they would murder me, but just social awkwardness and fears of being neglected or hated). I never said a word in class unless I HAD to. Ever. I used to eventually (over maybe 6 months to a year) start getting sick every day before school...IBS along with much nausea. This lasted up until now. Except it has calmed down quite a bit for the most part. It happens every week, maybe 2-3 times and either before work or college.
I have also, from the movie " The Wall," formed a phobia of ground meat. The only part of that movie I could recall, up until I watched it a year ago, was when the children were ground up. I think more realistically now than I did then, but I still do not touch ground meat because it disgusts me. I feel like you're going to think all of this is pointless, but I really need some help here. I think all of the information you get out of this can help with making your suggestions or advice more accurate.
When I was 14 I had already learned about God, read the bible, began understanding that this life had serious meaning...that everything happens for a reason and that I found the light and would never have bad things happen to me that would make me miserable. My fears had not disappeared, but definitely had been suppressed. I actually still had stomach issues and was nervous around people, spiders, meat, etc. but I didn't thrive on my fears like I once had.
But BAM...my sister dies. She had always been sick. She had charge syndrome, was born premature and was both blind and deaf. She also couldn't speak...she could make sound but could never learn how to talk. She could, however, walk. She was someone that I didn't have in my life for quite a few years because my grandparents had decided to take care of her. But she was still my sister and I still played physical therapy with her and things when I was young. I loved her, no matter how different she was. But, she died and I couldn't quite comprehend that. After a year or so my grandfather died. After that in the matter of 2 or 3 years, 3 different guys I wasn't good friends with, but did sit in class next to and did know OF (school of 500) died. 2 wrecks and one overdose. But, I could not comprehend this at about age 16 and 17. Little did I know, I would still not be able to comprehend that very well by age 21.
When I turned about 16 I started having what I like to call an "identity crisis." I wanted to be cool and I had a crush on a very popular guy who was the starter of "goth" in a very small town. He had piercings, wore all black, listened to music that was "satanic' and cussed. He was extremely attractive to me at the time (definitely not looking back, haha) and I decided I would be just like him and cause him to like me. I begged my parents to let me get my nose pierced. I eventually talked them into my tongue as well. They were EXTREMELY unhappy (they attended an assemblies of god church). I also began listening to Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Green Day, AFI, Slipknot, etc. and bought shirts. That lead to black and death metal and I was eventually losing my virginity to a goth guy and smoking marijuana. I then got into Anton LaVey and Satanism. I had always had a hard time UNDERSTANDING god to begin with, so I know that I wasn't a true Satanist, unless you consider a rebellious teenager that is only doing it for attention a Satanist. But, I definitely was on a self destructive path.
I then moved after graduating and getting out of a long relationship with a guy who cheated on me, and I had planned on going to school. I had every intention of it. However, I met a guy who ended up being a pretty good friend, who got me into ecstasy. I eventually hooked up with another guy who could get it for me cheap. I got into ecstasy extremely hard for about 6 months. I was taking 5 pills in an average day (double and triple stacks if you are familiar). And I am not bragging, I'm trying to give perspective. I am far from proud of any of that. I eventually moved back to where my parents lived and from there I started college and met a wonderful man that I want to be with for the rest of my life. I am currently in my second year of school and I have been with him for nearly 2 years as well. He is my entire life now and I love him so much.
I have calmed down, at least involving my self destructive activities, since then. However, I started having SERIOUS anxiety issues. I'm talking, debilitating.
I decided that I was no longer a Christian, for good and in my right mind. I laid out under the stars one night and just looked... and I saw ow magical and vast our universe is, and how small we are. I just couldn't accept the fact there there was a man, like us (or however, really) that created all of this, consciously to make us choose right or wrong. The point here is, I just couldn't understand it. It didn't sit right with my emotions.
I have been (for a few years) into nature. I really love beautiful scenery, or scenery in general for that matter. It makes me remember things...I also just love the smell before it rains, or thinking of a sunset on the lake. I love thinking about the trees and how unimportant and amazing every little molecule is.
I have good morals. I'd never harm anyone. I love the world and sympathize with every man and woman on this planet. I care about everyone and everything. I care about starving children, and single mothers. I am not a bad person. But I just can't believe what I feel isn't right to me. Can I? People say, "just believe. it's so easy." But it's not. We are on a planet right now, revolving around the sun, in a universe and I just can't believe that there is anything bigger or beyond that. If that was the case, then who created that? etc. It's an extremely difficult concept for me to understand, let alone try to believe in.
I am not bashing Christianity. I, in fact, wish that I COULD be a Christian. But I cannot. Not right now, anyway. I don't mind following rules and I WANT hope. I want that certainty...that faith. But I don't have it. And that is my fault, possibly. But I've tried everything...diligently tried...
Anyway, so I decided to smoke some cannabis one night and lay under the stars and thank the heavens for my life. I am not a drug addict, so you know. Marijuana, to me, is not a drug. And it is the only illegal substance that I use. I do not even drink. Anyway, I wanted to admire the beauty of our universe. So I watched the sun set and laid under the stars, really high. And I came to the conclusion that I honestly feel, deep down in my soul (I am not promoting any religion, this is only for you to understand what I feel because I need some help here) that the universe is god. That the universe is the everlasting I Am, that we should take care of it...because it is our temple. It is where we reside and all that we know. I felt that it just happened one day from some particles that composed what was once "nothing." I just had this serious and really enlightening moment.
Ever since then I have been a Pantheist. I just don't know why I'm here. I'm scared of death, driving, sleeping, getting close to people, socializing, enjoying my life and living for the moment, etc. I am just a serious wreck. I am scared of going to hell, I am scared of being judged. I'm scared of so many possibilities. I am afraid to not check my locks at night in my house at least 3 times. I am petrified of anything that could cause me harm and I am not okay with death.
At any moment, any one of us could die. Our life, consciousness, memory, etc would be gone...at least (as far as we know) from this planet. What I'm getting at here is I am insecure. Insecure in something that I feel I will never be totally secure about.
I'm sorry for the book. I tried to give as much info as possible because I'm hoping someone out there can give me some reliable hope and words of encouragement. Please just don't tell me I'm going to hell. I hear things like this a lot and I'd rather just not think about that.
Thanks for reading and your responses.
A little background first:
I grew up in a Christian home from age eleven until 18. Before that, my parents were actually on some drugs and living life "in the fast lane." When I was extremely young, I specifically remember having a happy childhood (and this lasted throughout my childhood) but that my parents were kind of careless. I was obsessed with "Child's Play" and had dolls of Chucky. I also remember that I watched movies like IT (when I was extremely young...probably like 2-3) and A Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. I also remember "The Wall" as a horrifying movie.
I have also, ever since I can remember noticing it (probably 5...around the school age) had anxiety. i remember getting sick daily because I was scared of people and how they would treat me (not that they would murder me, but just social awkwardness and fears of being neglected or hated). I never said a word in class unless I HAD to. Ever. I used to eventually (over maybe 6 months to a year) start getting sick every day before school...IBS along with much nausea. This lasted up until now. Except it has calmed down quite a bit for the most part. It happens every week, maybe 2-3 times and either before work or college.
I have also, from the movie " The Wall," formed a phobia of ground meat. The only part of that movie I could recall, up until I watched it a year ago, was when the children were ground up. I think more realistically now than I did then, but I still do not touch ground meat because it disgusts me. I feel like you're going to think all of this is pointless, but I really need some help here. I think all of the information you get out of this can help with making your suggestions or advice more accurate.
When I was 14 I had already learned about God, read the bible, began understanding that this life had serious meaning...that everything happens for a reason and that I found the light and would never have bad things happen to me that would make me miserable. My fears had not disappeared, but definitely had been suppressed. I actually still had stomach issues and was nervous around people, spiders, meat, etc. but I didn't thrive on my fears like I once had.
But BAM...my sister dies. She had always been sick. She had charge syndrome, was born premature and was both blind and deaf. She also couldn't speak...she could make sound but could never learn how to talk. She could, however, walk. She was someone that I didn't have in my life for quite a few years because my grandparents had decided to take care of her. But she was still my sister and I still played physical therapy with her and things when I was young. I loved her, no matter how different she was. But, she died and I couldn't quite comprehend that. After a year or so my grandfather died. After that in the matter of 2 or 3 years, 3 different guys I wasn't good friends with, but did sit in class next to and did know OF (school of 500) died. 2 wrecks and one overdose. But, I could not comprehend this at about age 16 and 17. Little did I know, I would still not be able to comprehend that very well by age 21.
When I turned about 16 I started having what I like to call an "identity crisis." I wanted to be cool and I had a crush on a very popular guy who was the starter of "goth" in a very small town. He had piercings, wore all black, listened to music that was "satanic' and cussed. He was extremely attractive to me at the time (definitely not looking back, haha) and I decided I would be just like him and cause him to like me. I begged my parents to let me get my nose pierced. I eventually talked them into my tongue as well. They were EXTREMELY unhappy (they attended an assemblies of god church). I also began listening to Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Green Day, AFI, Slipknot, etc. and bought shirts. That lead to black and death metal and I was eventually losing my virginity to a goth guy and smoking marijuana. I then got into Anton LaVey and Satanism. I had always had a hard time UNDERSTANDING god to begin with, so I know that I wasn't a true Satanist, unless you consider a rebellious teenager that is only doing it for attention a Satanist. But, I definitely was on a self destructive path.
I then moved after graduating and getting out of a long relationship with a guy who cheated on me, and I had planned on going to school. I had every intention of it. However, I met a guy who ended up being a pretty good friend, who got me into ecstasy. I eventually hooked up with another guy who could get it for me cheap. I got into ecstasy extremely hard for about 6 months. I was taking 5 pills in an average day (double and triple stacks if you are familiar). And I am not bragging, I'm trying to give perspective. I am far from proud of any of that. I eventually moved back to where my parents lived and from there I started college and met a wonderful man that I want to be with for the rest of my life. I am currently in my second year of school and I have been with him for nearly 2 years as well. He is my entire life now and I love him so much.
I have calmed down, at least involving my self destructive activities, since then. However, I started having SERIOUS anxiety issues. I'm talking, debilitating.
I decided that I was no longer a Christian, for good and in my right mind. I laid out under the stars one night and just looked... and I saw ow magical and vast our universe is, and how small we are. I just couldn't accept the fact there there was a man, like us (or however, really) that created all of this, consciously to make us choose right or wrong. The point here is, I just couldn't understand it. It didn't sit right with my emotions.
I have been (for a few years) into nature. I really love beautiful scenery, or scenery in general for that matter. It makes me remember things...I also just love the smell before it rains, or thinking of a sunset on the lake. I love thinking about the trees and how unimportant and amazing every little molecule is.
I have good morals. I'd never harm anyone. I love the world and sympathize with every man and woman on this planet. I care about everyone and everything. I care about starving children, and single mothers. I am not a bad person. But I just can't believe what I feel isn't right to me. Can I? People say, "just believe. it's so easy." But it's not. We are on a planet right now, revolving around the sun, in a universe and I just can't believe that there is anything bigger or beyond that. If that was the case, then who created that? etc. It's an extremely difficult concept for me to understand, let alone try to believe in.
I am not bashing Christianity. I, in fact, wish that I COULD be a Christian. But I cannot. Not right now, anyway. I don't mind following rules and I WANT hope. I want that certainty...that faith. But I don't have it. And that is my fault, possibly. But I've tried everything...diligently tried...
Anyway, so I decided to smoke some cannabis one night and lay under the stars and thank the heavens for my life. I am not a drug addict, so you know. Marijuana, to me, is not a drug. And it is the only illegal substance that I use. I do not even drink. Anyway, I wanted to admire the beauty of our universe. So I watched the sun set and laid under the stars, really high. And I came to the conclusion that I honestly feel, deep down in my soul (I am not promoting any religion, this is only for you to understand what I feel because I need some help here) that the universe is god. That the universe is the everlasting I Am, that we should take care of it...because it is our temple. It is where we reside and all that we know. I felt that it just happened one day from some particles that composed what was once "nothing." I just had this serious and really enlightening moment.
Ever since then I have been a Pantheist. I just don't know why I'm here. I'm scared of death, driving, sleeping, getting close to people, socializing, enjoying my life and living for the moment, etc. I am just a serious wreck. I am scared of going to hell, I am scared of being judged. I'm scared of so many possibilities. I am afraid to not check my locks at night in my house at least 3 times. I am petrified of anything that could cause me harm and I am not okay with death.
At any moment, any one of us could die. Our life, consciousness, memory, etc would be gone...at least (as far as we know) from this planet. What I'm getting at here is I am insecure. Insecure in something that I feel I will never be totally secure about.
I'm sorry for the book. I tried to give as much info as possible because I'm hoping someone out there can give me some reliable hope and words of encouragement. Please just don't tell me I'm going to hell. I hear things like this a lot and I'd rather just not think about that.
Thanks for reading and your responses.