- May 1, 2006
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Okay, this is a little awkward for me. I don't really want people to know this but sometimes I feel like I will die if I no one will help. I feel like no one can love me and that no one does love me; I think this is because of what happened to me when I was younger. I feel I want pity, but on the other hand that is kind of pathetic. I wanted to go to a pastor to talk about it, but everytime I get an appointment I come up with something else to talk about. I never come out to my pastor with what is really on my mind. I wish I could go to a therapist but I cannot afford one. Anyone who knows me thinks I'm perfectly fine. They think that I have my life together.
I was involved in sexual promiscuity when in high-school and after. I know that it was because I felt like I had no control in my life due to what happened when I was little. My mom looked at me in shame when I told her, and she told me that it is a lot harder for girls to get over that, than guys. At the time I didn't know what to think. I was just like, man, women always think that guys are the bad ones. That every thing is our fault. When I told her that, she understood. But I can't get what she said out of my head. I'm in the middle of a transition right now so maybe the stress is triggerring some emotions inside of me, and I don't know in my heart if it was my fault or not. They say things like this aren't our faults. I feel like I could have done something to stop what happened to me when I was little. It happened for about 5-6 years. I cried every night because of it. It was one of my family. I don't know. I feel like it is impossible for me to trust people that are in my life. I'm getting all of this out on here because no one here knows me.
I wonder if someone understands where I'm coming from at all? If you haven't gone through what I have, then I know you can still imagine what it must be like. I feel like I'm going to explode one day because all of this is piling up in me. It is like my memory is a copying machine and it keeps on making copies of dark things from my past and the paper keeps piling up until there isn't anymore more room in the mind. It is just full of my dark past. It is pushing out the goodness that I know I can be. I cry out to Jesus for help and I feel better, but later I feel like nothing has really happened. I feel just the same as before; it is only a mtter of time before I feel the same again. I study the Bible day and night hoping that I can just forget what happened. When I help someone who is like me I don't feel good about it. I feel like saying "welcome to the club" and when they feel better about themselves I think to myself "who do I go to for help?" I'm not going to go to my girlfriend; she doesn't need my baggage. I can't go to my parents; they think that a therapist can do better, especially when they can only be on the phone and I really haven't seen them for the past 3 years. I can't go to a therapist because I can't afford one. I don't talk to my pastor because I don't feel comfortable and when I try to I actually change the subject; then I feel so stupid afterwards for not saying anything. I wish someone would take me aside and tell me that they know how I feel. That they love me. That they care about my well being because of my past. That I'm a blessing.
I remember crying in the middle of the night just after this happened one night and my uncle came into the living room where he put me to sleep (my parents being on a missions trip) and told me to shut up and stop being a baby. He had no clue what was happening to me. I think that maybe this is why I have a hard time telling people face to face. I think they will reject me if I tell them.
I am so messed up...I don't know what I expect to hear form you folks out there. I just really need something.
It sounds so bad, I just want to go and get drunk or high or something even with no history of substance abuse. lol I honestly don't think I will, I'm just saying I wish I could forget these things the way some people do. I feel like crap.
I was involved in sexual promiscuity when in high-school and after. I know that it was because I felt like I had no control in my life due to what happened when I was little. My mom looked at me in shame when I told her, and she told me that it is a lot harder for girls to get over that, than guys. At the time I didn't know what to think. I was just like, man, women always think that guys are the bad ones. That every thing is our fault. When I told her that, she understood. But I can't get what she said out of my head. I'm in the middle of a transition right now so maybe the stress is triggerring some emotions inside of me, and I don't know in my heart if it was my fault or not. They say things like this aren't our faults. I feel like I could have done something to stop what happened to me when I was little. It happened for about 5-6 years. I cried every night because of it. It was one of my family. I don't know. I feel like it is impossible for me to trust people that are in my life. I'm getting all of this out on here because no one here knows me.
I wonder if someone understands where I'm coming from at all? If you haven't gone through what I have, then I know you can still imagine what it must be like. I feel like I'm going to explode one day because all of this is piling up in me. It is like my memory is a copying machine and it keeps on making copies of dark things from my past and the paper keeps piling up until there isn't anymore more room in the mind. It is just full of my dark past. It is pushing out the goodness that I know I can be. I cry out to Jesus for help and I feel better, but later I feel like nothing has really happened. I feel just the same as before; it is only a mtter of time before I feel the same again. I study the Bible day and night hoping that I can just forget what happened. When I help someone who is like me I don't feel good about it. I feel like saying "welcome to the club" and when they feel better about themselves I think to myself "who do I go to for help?" I'm not going to go to my girlfriend; she doesn't need my baggage. I can't go to my parents; they think that a therapist can do better, especially when they can only be on the phone and I really haven't seen them for the past 3 years. I can't go to a therapist because I can't afford one. I don't talk to my pastor because I don't feel comfortable and when I try to I actually change the subject; then I feel so stupid afterwards for not saying anything. I wish someone would take me aside and tell me that they know how I feel. That they love me. That they care about my well being because of my past. That I'm a blessing.
I remember crying in the middle of the night just after this happened one night and my uncle came into the living room where he put me to sleep (my parents being on a missions trip) and told me to shut up and stop being a baby. He had no clue what was happening to me. I think that maybe this is why I have a hard time telling people face to face. I think they will reject me if I tell them.
I am so messed up...I don't know what I expect to hear form you folks out there. I just really need something.
It sounds so bad, I just want to go and get drunk or high or something even with no history of substance abuse. lol I honestly don't think I will, I'm just saying I wish I could forget these things the way some people do. I feel like crap.

