I am a palliative nurse. I minister to dying people, often secretly, because their families are usually idol worshippers, like, Hindus or Taoists.
I suffer from lifelong depression. I'm on medication. I've stopped going to therapy, because it doesn't seem to be working.
Lately, I decided to take a break from work. Because I wish to end my life. I feel like I've hit rock bottom. I have no family, no friends. I am 31-y/o and have never dated. I have no one to fall back on if I were to lose my job.
I can't get out of bed. It takes a lot of effort to type this. My fingers are heavy. My head feels heavy. I'm lying in bed all day. I haven't been paying attention to hygiene and appearance. The only thing stopping me from killing myself is my fear of going to hell. Some people say suicide leads to hell. Some say it doesn't. I don't know.
I feel that God has forsaken me. I wanted to be an Artist, but, chose Nursing after receiving Christ. I thought it was my calling. Now, I have my doubts.
I've heard all the trite stuff that people say. That I can't depend on my feelings, that God is working behind-the-scenes, etc, etc. I'm getting tired of all that. I've reached the point where platitudes don't help. All I see is darkness ahead. I'm completely hopeless. I've prayed to have my life taken away, but, it hasn't happened. At one point, I was taking stupid risks. I fractured a couple of bones. Just that. Only fractures. I was disappointed.
I tried my best to maintain my relationship with God, but, it feels like I'm talking to a brick wall. There have been Christians who said I could be doing something wrong, to be having one hardship after another. I thought they might be right. I didn't have a good start in life. So, I'm pretty dysfunctional. I know I'm a lousy Christian, but, I've always been honest with God and everyone else about that.
During this break, I got my Will settled. I have an Advanced Medical Directive. I've made sure that I wouldn't be a burden to anyone after I'm gone. I don't think anyone would grieve, in view of my severe lack of social life. I'm pretty shaky. I don't wanna go to hell. But, I hate my life. I hate this earth. It's been too long and too much... I long for rest.
I suffer from lifelong depression. I'm on medication. I've stopped going to therapy, because it doesn't seem to be working.
Lately, I decided to take a break from work. Because I wish to end my life. I feel like I've hit rock bottom. I have no family, no friends. I am 31-y/o and have never dated. I have no one to fall back on if I were to lose my job.
I can't get out of bed. It takes a lot of effort to type this. My fingers are heavy. My head feels heavy. I'm lying in bed all day. I haven't been paying attention to hygiene and appearance. The only thing stopping me from killing myself is my fear of going to hell. Some people say suicide leads to hell. Some say it doesn't. I don't know.
I feel that God has forsaken me. I wanted to be an Artist, but, chose Nursing after receiving Christ. I thought it was my calling. Now, I have my doubts.
I've heard all the trite stuff that people say. That I can't depend on my feelings, that God is working behind-the-scenes, etc, etc. I'm getting tired of all that. I've reached the point where platitudes don't help. All I see is darkness ahead. I'm completely hopeless. I've prayed to have my life taken away, but, it hasn't happened. At one point, I was taking stupid risks. I fractured a couple of bones. Just that. Only fractures. I was disappointed.
I tried my best to maintain my relationship with God, but, it feels like I'm talking to a brick wall. There have been Christians who said I could be doing something wrong, to be having one hardship after another. I thought they might be right. I didn't have a good start in life. So, I'm pretty dysfunctional. I know I'm a lousy Christian, but, I've always been honest with God and everyone else about that.
During this break, I got my Will settled. I have an Advanced Medical Directive. I've made sure that I wouldn't be a burden to anyone after I'm gone. I don't think anyone would grieve, in view of my severe lack of social life. I'm pretty shaky. I don't wanna go to hell. But, I hate my life. I hate this earth. It's been too long and too much... I long for rest.
Praying for you, I'm glad you are not doing that particular job now, it's so very emotionally demanding. Please let someone tend to your needs as you recover. 