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I am at the point of complete desperation. Yes there is chemical depression but that is directly connected to the grief and would vanish instantly if the grief were to end. I have become so overwhelmed with the grief of living in an evil, chaotic, random, and horrible universe that I will need to do something drastic to find God...if he even exists. The fact that today is September 11 makes today a particularly difficult day but tomorrow won't be much better. I just saw this picture of a mother and her 4 year old daughter who died on the plane that hit the south tower. Then I was once again reminded, as I am reminded constantly, that the universe is totally devoid of anything that is truly orderly or beautiful. Even that which is beautiful is also ugly because it exists in a place like this.
If it were possible I would simply continue my career (haven't even started yet) and try to wait until I die a natural death. Unfortunately, the depth and severity of my grief means that I am not able to function in society. I often operate at the level of someone who is severely mentally disabled despite the fact that I graduated from college with honors.
Reading the Bible doesn't help because it seems to be written for those who already believe.
I look at what happened to St. Paul and a few others. How they had these sudden and miraculous visions/sounds that changed them completely and instantly. Is there some chance that God will come to me at that moment or is there something else that can be done?
At this moment, I am too disabled by grief to find God at an intellectual level or to competently serve others. That last one cannot be stressed enough. I am trying to start a career in medicine to serve others. I would gladly work 7 days a week for the sake of God but the problem is that I can't physically and psychologically ensure that I don't harm the people that I am trying to help.
It is so bad that I don't have any emotions anymore. I don't feel anything for anyone. I am just in this dark and desolate universe 60 minutes to an hour, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I would not wish this worldview on my worst enemy.
If it were possible I would simply continue my career (haven't even started yet) and try to wait until I die a natural death. Unfortunately, the depth and severity of my grief means that I am not able to function in society. I often operate at the level of someone who is severely mentally disabled despite the fact that I graduated from college with honors.
Reading the Bible doesn't help because it seems to be written for those who already believe.
I look at what happened to St. Paul and a few others. How they had these sudden and miraculous visions/sounds that changed them completely and instantly. Is there some chance that God will come to me at that moment or is there something else that can be done?
At this moment, I am too disabled by grief to find God at an intellectual level or to competently serve others. That last one cannot be stressed enough. I am trying to start a career in medicine to serve others. I would gladly work 7 days a week for the sake of God but the problem is that I can't physically and psychologically ensure that I don't harm the people that I am trying to help.
It is so bad that I don't have any emotions anymore. I don't feel anything for anyone. I am just in this dark and desolate universe 60 minutes to an hour, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I would not wish this worldview on my worst enemy.
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