I'm still really distressed about the thoughts. I don't want to be the monster the thoughts try to depict me as. I keep telling myself the thoughts aren't mine but I don't feel any relief. I've cried out God but nothing's changed. I still can't tell anyone. I hate this. I want help but I can't seem to force myself to get it. I don't know what's wrong with me that I've chosen to drown instead of getting in the lifeboat. I keep praying for God's strength and for his help. I asked him to send me encouraging testimonies something I can cling to. I feel like I'm losing it and sometimes it feels like I'm not upset enough about a thought. I feel confused. I don't feel right if that makes any sense. Where is God? I'm tired of feelings alone. I can't stay like this forever I'm barely functioning I don't make a good adult. I live with my mother and younger sister I have no skills to take care of myself. I'm so consumed by these thoughts I can't focus on important things. There's no room. This isn't a life. I feel like I'm dying sometimes.
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