I've been constanly and severely depressed for four years, and I can't stay in a place where I don't have a direct source of love. I mean like, I have no objective love on this earth. I know God loves me, but I need to hear an audible voice tell me i'm loved, and see their face and stuff.
I always have to deal with really upsetting thoughts that don't leave me alone. A few years ago, it was these three people that kept doing horrible things, and they were the opposite of everything i wanted to be on the inside, they were evil and they knew it. and they kept telling me I needed to do the things that they were doing. They weren't audible voices, but thoughts that kept repeating and wouldn't go away except on their own. I still get those thoughts sometimes with them, just not nearly as much as a few years ago...
After a while, it moved on to thoughts of them being tortured, and even though they were evil and kept trying to make me evil, I felt so sorry for them and wanted the torturing to stop, but the thoughts were vivid and again wouldn't go away until they did on their own..
And then it moved on to images of Jesus sucker punching me in the face. I thought Jesus hated me, and that was absolute torture to go through... That was started by something a few people said to me when I was here last year under a different name..
And now.. it's scenes of one of those three previously mentioned people (who is a child) being beaten to death in the middle of the night. He keeps saying the same thing and it's terrifying....
If i try to distract myself with a song, The song becomes a trigger for the specific thought I was trying to block out.. If I try to pray it doesn't work because I can't concentrate with children being beaten to death going in my mind or them doing blasphemous things and telling me I need to be like them.
Sometimes even a certain shade of a colour or certain colour combinations are triggers, and make me afraid of them.
at the moment I don't have a steady source of income, and I'm terrified of driving (not to mention very bad at it) so I can't do therapy. I worked up the guts to explain this to my mum last year and she kind of shrugged it off and made it indirectly obvious (sorry if that's just an oxymoron and didn't make any sense) that she didn't think I was serious. She's probably afraid it would make her look like a bad parent.
And now to go ahead and just gild the lily, I ruined what was left of my life by obeying my parents and making a choice I thought God would have wanted me to make. Why am I being punished for obeying God?
And I'm the absolute worst at relationships of any kind. My entire life, even back to preschool, I've only really had one friend at a time and even then I've always valued them notably more than they valued me... I've never ever been the best friend of any of my best freinds. Nobody of the earth truly loves me.
I'm not really expecting anyone to read this whole thing, so don't worry about it if you just skimmed to the bottom.. I'm not even sure if I'm allowed this many characters in one post...
Oh and I'm not expecting a miracle answer because I know there isn't one.. I don't even really know why I'm posting all of this...
I always have to deal with really upsetting thoughts that don't leave me alone. A few years ago, it was these three people that kept doing horrible things, and they were the opposite of everything i wanted to be on the inside, they were evil and they knew it. and they kept telling me I needed to do the things that they were doing. They weren't audible voices, but thoughts that kept repeating and wouldn't go away except on their own. I still get those thoughts sometimes with them, just not nearly as much as a few years ago...
After a while, it moved on to thoughts of them being tortured, and even though they were evil and kept trying to make me evil, I felt so sorry for them and wanted the torturing to stop, but the thoughts were vivid and again wouldn't go away until they did on their own..
And then it moved on to images of Jesus sucker punching me in the face. I thought Jesus hated me, and that was absolute torture to go through... That was started by something a few people said to me when I was here last year under a different name..
And now.. it's scenes of one of those three previously mentioned people (who is a child) being beaten to death in the middle of the night. He keeps saying the same thing and it's terrifying....
If i try to distract myself with a song, The song becomes a trigger for the specific thought I was trying to block out.. If I try to pray it doesn't work because I can't concentrate with children being beaten to death going in my mind or them doing blasphemous things and telling me I need to be like them.
Sometimes even a certain shade of a colour or certain colour combinations are triggers, and make me afraid of them.
at the moment I don't have a steady source of income, and I'm terrified of driving (not to mention very bad at it) so I can't do therapy. I worked up the guts to explain this to my mum last year and she kind of shrugged it off and made it indirectly obvious (sorry if that's just an oxymoron and didn't make any sense) that she didn't think I was serious. She's probably afraid it would make her look like a bad parent.
And now to go ahead and just gild the lily, I ruined what was left of my life by obeying my parents and making a choice I thought God would have wanted me to make. Why am I being punished for obeying God?
And I'm the absolute worst at relationships of any kind. My entire life, even back to preschool, I've only really had one friend at a time and even then I've always valued them notably more than they valued me... I've never ever been the best friend of any of my best freinds. Nobody of the earth truly loves me.
I'm not really expecting anyone to read this whole thing, so don't worry about it if you just skimmed to the bottom.. I'm not even sure if I'm allowed this many characters in one post...
Oh and I'm not expecting a miracle answer because I know there isn't one.. I don't even really know why I'm posting all of this...
