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I've only been a Christian for a couple days now. I've been planning on writing a long, several page thread in the "testimonial," page, but I haven't got around to it yet.
Basically, I have a lot of problems and they've gotten worse over the years. Initially, I just had mild anxiety and depression, but it's just gotten worse and worse. For a while now, I've had violent thoughts, thoughts of suicide (about 6 months ago, I was in a psych ward), thoughts about arson, I've struggled with Nihilism and Atheism -- the idea that there is no God, no meaning to life, nothing -- and recently, I've had semi-voluntary shakes. Sometimes, when I'm really stressed out, I'll be sitting or laying down, and I just can't stop twitching. My whole body, usually my back and neck, will just suddenly "jump." I call it semi-voluntary because I don't choose to do it. It does it on its own. But if I try really hard to relax (and it's not really even like relaxing, more like holding my body in place), it will go away. Sometimes, I even question whether I'm possessed or something and, in the past, I have been involved with Wicca.
Anyway, tonight, I need to do write a paper for college -- I'm behind on work for all of my classes and I'm 21, almost 22, and it's scary because I really need to prepare to enter the real world. I can't fail. I tried to access a scholarly libary I subscribe to on Questia.com, but it said that the credit card was maxed out (my mom pays for it)... And... well... I'm extremely worried that my mom is spending her money into poverty.
My mom just got an inheritance check of a few thousand dollars from her family a few weeks ago and recently, she said we had no money (she's ALWAYS behind on her bills). It's not that we don't have money, but that she spends it at all. A long time ago, I was arguing with my mom to make a budget and at one point, I demanded to see her credit card statement... She kept telling me no, and I knew she was hiding something. So, finally, she gave in and she showed me. And she had been spending tons of money at Goodwill and Wal-Mart on basically just JUNK. She'd spend like $50, every two or three days, on junk.
And I literally mean junk. Our house is almost like a warehouse from all the stuff that she buys. On several occassions, I've almost given up on cleaning, because even though she (on rare occasions) sells stuff and gets rid of it, it's very rare, and she's always bringing more stuff in than she's getting rid of.
Then, today, her credit card was maxed out, I couldn't access Questia, and I really couldn't do my paper. I tried to use my college's own online scholarly libraries, but they weren't that great -- Questia was exactly what I needed. It's more extensive and includes books, my school primarily just has journal, magazine, and newspaper articles, which aren't as long.
My mom's divorced and she's also been staying with this guy who, because of his job, sleeps in a hotel during weekdays. My mom met him through AOL and I don't trust him, because all of the guys she's known in the past were jerks and\or conmen. I get a ride to college from her in the morning and it bothers me, because I'm constantly worried that she's going to be late... I mean, I could walk and I could (it's a 30-minute walk), but... She always comes in JUST BARELY on time and I know, from experience with my mom, that eventually, she's going to be late. I know it. So, I asked for her to come home early, she said no, because she'd have to get up too early (the hotel is far away). I asked her why she just couldn't see the guy on weekends and she said that he goes home on weeks and he lives too far away... And yes, I could walk, but that's not the point -- the point is that I feel like she doesn't care about, because she's going off with some guy in a damn hotel room, and if I have to walk, that would just reinforce that feeling even more.
And I'm strongly addicted to the internet. I go on various online forums and I get such a rush out of it, that I just can't log off and meet my RL obligations. I am pretty much certain that both my mom and me have internet addiction, because she's the same way. She lives on AOL, constantly... In the past, until she met this guy, she had a habit of passing out on AOL... And... well... um... If I can get personal here, I'm... sort of grossed out, because... ugh... I don't know how to say this.
Basically, I know that my mom is basically constantly having cybersex and stuff like that online and... ugh... it's just... I hate it, because it just feels... really weird, having... I don't know.
Anyway, I came to Christianity because I was such a negative person. In a way, it was almost like Nietzsche's Existentialism. Through reason, Nietzsche had come to the conclusion that life was meaningless and there was really no hope for anything -- these were things I had been struggling with. But his solution was to just create a purpose, to create meaning from nothingness -- Existentialism. And coming to Christianity was kind of like that, in that I had pretty much no hope, but I could just simply choose to believe something that I had so strongly opposed in the past... But in that way, it doesn't really feel like choosing to believe nonsense, but accepting the not-so-obvious truth, believing something and then experiencing it. Metaphorically, it felt like a flower in bloom. For a couple days now, I've felt more motivated and positive. But I'm disturbed right now, because I'm feel that same kind of negativity, hatred, and cynicism that I felt before, and it hurts.
Basically, I have a lot of problems and they've gotten worse over the years. Initially, I just had mild anxiety and depression, but it's just gotten worse and worse. For a while now, I've had violent thoughts, thoughts of suicide (about 6 months ago, I was in a psych ward), thoughts about arson, I've struggled with Nihilism and Atheism -- the idea that there is no God, no meaning to life, nothing -- and recently, I've had semi-voluntary shakes. Sometimes, when I'm really stressed out, I'll be sitting or laying down, and I just can't stop twitching. My whole body, usually my back and neck, will just suddenly "jump." I call it semi-voluntary because I don't choose to do it. It does it on its own. But if I try really hard to relax (and it's not really even like relaxing, more like holding my body in place), it will go away. Sometimes, I even question whether I'm possessed or something and, in the past, I have been involved with Wicca.
Anyway, tonight, I need to do write a paper for college -- I'm behind on work for all of my classes and I'm 21, almost 22, and it's scary because I really need to prepare to enter the real world. I can't fail. I tried to access a scholarly libary I subscribe to on Questia.com, but it said that the credit card was maxed out (my mom pays for it)... And... well... I'm extremely worried that my mom is spending her money into poverty.
My mom just got an inheritance check of a few thousand dollars from her family a few weeks ago and recently, she said we had no money (she's ALWAYS behind on her bills). It's not that we don't have money, but that she spends it at all. A long time ago, I was arguing with my mom to make a budget and at one point, I demanded to see her credit card statement... She kept telling me no, and I knew she was hiding something. So, finally, she gave in and she showed me. And she had been spending tons of money at Goodwill and Wal-Mart on basically just JUNK. She'd spend like $50, every two or three days, on junk.
And I literally mean junk. Our house is almost like a warehouse from all the stuff that she buys. On several occassions, I've almost given up on cleaning, because even though she (on rare occasions) sells stuff and gets rid of it, it's very rare, and she's always bringing more stuff in than she's getting rid of.
Then, today, her credit card was maxed out, I couldn't access Questia, and I really couldn't do my paper. I tried to use my college's own online scholarly libraries, but they weren't that great -- Questia was exactly what I needed. It's more extensive and includes books, my school primarily just has journal, magazine, and newspaper articles, which aren't as long.
My mom's divorced and she's also been staying with this guy who, because of his job, sleeps in a hotel during weekdays. My mom met him through AOL and I don't trust him, because all of the guys she's known in the past were jerks and\or conmen. I get a ride to college from her in the morning and it bothers me, because I'm constantly worried that she's going to be late... I mean, I could walk and I could (it's a 30-minute walk), but... She always comes in JUST BARELY on time and I know, from experience with my mom, that eventually, she's going to be late. I know it. So, I asked for her to come home early, she said no, because she'd have to get up too early (the hotel is far away). I asked her why she just couldn't see the guy on weekends and she said that he goes home on weeks and he lives too far away... And yes, I could walk, but that's not the point -- the point is that I feel like she doesn't care about, because she's going off with some guy in a damn hotel room, and if I have to walk, that would just reinforce that feeling even more.
And I'm strongly addicted to the internet. I go on various online forums and I get such a rush out of it, that I just can't log off and meet my RL obligations. I am pretty much certain that both my mom and me have internet addiction, because she's the same way. She lives on AOL, constantly... In the past, until she met this guy, she had a habit of passing out on AOL... And... well... um... If I can get personal here, I'm... sort of grossed out, because... ugh... I don't know how to say this.
Anyway, I came to Christianity because I was such a negative person. In a way, it was almost like Nietzsche's Existentialism. Through reason, Nietzsche had come to the conclusion that life was meaningless and there was really no hope for anything -- these were things I had been struggling with. But his solution was to just create a purpose, to create meaning from nothingness -- Existentialism. And coming to Christianity was kind of like that, in that I had pretty much no hope, but I could just simply choose to believe something that I had so strongly opposed in the past... But in that way, it doesn't really feel like choosing to believe nonsense, but accepting the not-so-obvious truth, believing something and then experiencing it. Metaphorically, it felt like a flower in bloom. For a couple days now, I've felt more motivated and positive. But I'm disturbed right now, because I'm feel that same kind of negativity, hatred, and cynicism that I felt before, and it hurts.