I'm not a whiner, i'm not a basher, i'm not some angry person that lashes out at "believers". I am just hurt, and tired. I'm tired of giving our "creator" my all to be pushed down and confused, and i'm just tired of the back and forth bull ****. Yes i am very upset that something i tried so hard for since i was old enough to think for myself, is so not obtainable for me. The sad part is I WANT TO BELIEVE. I just can't. It doesn't add up it doesn't make since it isn't realistic. Why would "He" put us in such a realistic state only to tell us that the only way to obtain the grace is to believe the unbelievable. I want this, i want this so bad because i feel apart of something for a tender moment in time while i'm with those people but, soon enough i get comfortable and let my tattoos and piercings show, and my real self come to life and i'm judged and told my style my ways are my own and not his so there fore they are wrong. I understand that my drug addiction is a problem and that it needs tending too or it will trap me. Well i tried to stay clean his way or their way (which ever) but, it only lasted for a few weeks after i got out of a christian rehab center for three months, then moved to a transitional christian home. My addiction peaked after the death of my mother and i substituted the pills for meth. It made pain, and memories unreal. Drugs make sense to me and the fact that my mother is gone is so real it's almost unbearable. The last prayer i prayed was March 3rd 2012 to be able to say goodbye. i get that she was suffering and it was her time. But, a no on saying goodbye? That'sBull. And don't comment and say well maybe his plan was for you to remember her in a better way. She got sick when i was 12. I've been watching her die since i was a little girl. Now i sit in my home with my father and watch his pain. Yet he still loves God... I just can't. I could talk circles around most christains. i've studied the theology, and taught classes. and read tell i could hardly keep my eyes open... And you christians say that we are so blind and you have the peace within because he ran after you a prodigal. Well this Other brother, has been the prodigal, the *****, the people inside the house hoping the prodigal would come home, the woman at the well, and a stubborn Jonah... And Your God hasn't done a ****** THING BUT GIVE ME THE MOST SUFFOCATING DISEASE THERE IS AND TAKE, AND TAKE, WATCH ME CRY, SCREAM AND HURT. AND I HATE HIM.
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