- Jan 31, 2012
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I've been struggling for a long time now and I'm hoping you all can offer some advice. I pray constantly, talk to God, and unquestioningly jump through any door he opens, but things always seem to get worse.
I used to balance caring for my disabled (and mentally ill) dad with teaching myself a home schooling course. I got stressed to the point of developing an anxiety disorder when I was 17. It got so bad at one point that I had a small stroke brought on by an attack.
I did finally get my HS diploma and we ended up putting my dad into a nursing home, but the damage was done. I was a mental wreck until I was 23, when I finally got things under control, got my first real job, and got out on my own.
The future seemed so bright just then, but things only got worse. Here's a small sampling of my life over the last ten years:
In Love: My fiancee Mandi broke up with me after seven years because I finally objected to her family trying to control her (they'd yell at her if she so much as tried to take an unsupervised walk with me).
Last year, I ended up asking another woman, Rachel, to marry me. She had two beautiful children, strong faith, and we had so much in common. She left me when I refused to shape myself into her idea of who I should be.
Life: I lost my my childhood home. The property is still there but my mom rented it out after I moved to several tenants, each one damaging it worse than the one before. The house is almost beyond saving now and I won't be able to start fixing it for years.
Since moving from there, I've also lost every place I've managed to rent over the years and always end up living with my Grandparents. They're a strong Christian couple, and I'm sure they don't mind me being here, but I *need* a place to call my own and I can't seem to keep anything.
Work: I can't seem to keep a permanent job. I managed to make it through several crazy seasonal positions all over the country, but everything steady I've gotten has fallen apart, no matter how hard I work at it. I work hard, I'm always early to work, I always try to be nice to coworkers and such... And I always end up either getting fired or end up so miserable with my job that I leave.
Pets: My Golden Retriever Trooper suddenly had to be put down, my Pitbull mix Spot randomly died a couple of months later, my White German Shepherd Buddy (dumb as a brick) managed to hang himself, my German Shepherd Duke (the best dog in the world, a hero who saved my mom from a rabid raccoon) got murdered by a DNR agent who chased him into the woods and shot him (the guy lied, claiming Duke was chasing deer), and after I got out on my own I had to give up my remaining two Plott Hounds (my sixteen year-old girl Lucy whom I'd had since I was ten, and her 2 year-old daughter Sadie) when I could no longer have them due to living with my Grandparents.
My mom was caring for my two cats and randomly abandoned Sassafras while I was away working (I'd had him since I was six), then my other cat Nums (my absolute best friend in the world) passed away a couple of years later, again, while I was away working.
Things: Nearly everything I owned was destroyed by rodents (while I was away) in my early twenties, and most of what remained was stolen out of our outbuilding by one of my mom's wonderful tenants.
Now: Just in these last two weeks alone, I ended up spending the last of my savings to visit my dying Dad in Florida but ended up spending too long with him and lost my job. He passed away the day after I came back to Michigan to clean my apartment out. The very next day, I had to drive my Grandma to the hospital to be admitted for a dangerous infection in her leg (thankfully though, she's coming home tomorrow). But it's always like this, one thing after another. I try to count my blessings but it's hard when the list is diminishing so quickly.
I'm so tired of all this... I just want it to stop. I'm so worn down, tired of even trying anymore. I'm sad when I wake up in the morning and on the verge of/in tears by the time my head hits the pillow at night. I've been through so much, worked so hard, and I'm right back where I started again...
Were it not for the love I feel towards my Mom and my Grandparents and the fear that doing it would send me to hell, I would have ended it all years ago.
I used to balance caring for my disabled (and mentally ill) dad with teaching myself a home schooling course. I got stressed to the point of developing an anxiety disorder when I was 17. It got so bad at one point that I had a small stroke brought on by an attack.
I did finally get my HS diploma and we ended up putting my dad into a nursing home, but the damage was done. I was a mental wreck until I was 23, when I finally got things under control, got my first real job, and got out on my own.
The future seemed so bright just then, but things only got worse. Here's a small sampling of my life over the last ten years:
In Love: My fiancee Mandi broke up with me after seven years because I finally objected to her family trying to control her (they'd yell at her if she so much as tried to take an unsupervised walk with me).
Last year, I ended up asking another woman, Rachel, to marry me. She had two beautiful children, strong faith, and we had so much in common. She left me when I refused to shape myself into her idea of who I should be.
Life: I lost my my childhood home. The property is still there but my mom rented it out after I moved to several tenants, each one damaging it worse than the one before. The house is almost beyond saving now and I won't be able to start fixing it for years.
Since moving from there, I've also lost every place I've managed to rent over the years and always end up living with my Grandparents. They're a strong Christian couple, and I'm sure they don't mind me being here, but I *need* a place to call my own and I can't seem to keep anything.
Work: I can't seem to keep a permanent job. I managed to make it through several crazy seasonal positions all over the country, but everything steady I've gotten has fallen apart, no matter how hard I work at it. I work hard, I'm always early to work, I always try to be nice to coworkers and such... And I always end up either getting fired or end up so miserable with my job that I leave.
Pets: My Golden Retriever Trooper suddenly had to be put down, my Pitbull mix Spot randomly died a couple of months later, my White German Shepherd Buddy (dumb as a brick) managed to hang himself, my German Shepherd Duke (the best dog in the world, a hero who saved my mom from a rabid raccoon) got murdered by a DNR agent who chased him into the woods and shot him (the guy lied, claiming Duke was chasing deer), and after I got out on my own I had to give up my remaining two Plott Hounds (my sixteen year-old girl Lucy whom I'd had since I was ten, and her 2 year-old daughter Sadie) when I could no longer have them due to living with my Grandparents.
My mom was caring for my two cats and randomly abandoned Sassafras while I was away working (I'd had him since I was six), then my other cat Nums (my absolute best friend in the world) passed away a couple of years later, again, while I was away working.
Things: Nearly everything I owned was destroyed by rodents (while I was away) in my early twenties, and most of what remained was stolen out of our outbuilding by one of my mom's wonderful tenants.
Now: Just in these last two weeks alone, I ended up spending the last of my savings to visit my dying Dad in Florida but ended up spending too long with him and lost my job. He passed away the day after I came back to Michigan to clean my apartment out. The very next day, I had to drive my Grandma to the hospital to be admitted for a dangerous infection in her leg (thankfully though, she's coming home tomorrow). But it's always like this, one thing after another. I try to count my blessings but it's hard when the list is diminishing so quickly.
I'm so tired of all this... I just want it to stop. I'm so worn down, tired of even trying anymore. I'm sad when I wake up in the morning and on the verge of/in tears by the time my head hits the pillow at night. I've been through so much, worked so hard, and I'm right back where I started again...
Were it not for the love I feel towards my Mom and my Grandparents and the fear that doing it would send me to hell, I would have ended it all years ago.