scrupulousrvrt
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I’m constantly trying to balance a secular and Religious life while trying to make the secular life religious, and it’s all going down the drain. Can’t have my cake and eat it too. Any attempt to practice my Faith results in my family thinking I’m nuts, I’m wearing myself out, I hardly have any fight in me, I think that enjoying anything that isn’t of faith is a fault (I do like the beejees) or at worst a Venial sin, or depending on intent, Mortal.
Sometimes I wish I could just live in a corn-fed, home-schooled, devout, Catholic-Vacuumed (Catholic Vacuum?) Family and live a life of enthusiastic piety.
Not the current case. Scrupulous thoughts, actions, feelings, impulses have become habits (both good and bad), I’m aware that 90 percent of my temptations, thoughts, feelings and impulses come from me.
The truth is, peace is unsettling. I am comfortable in temptation and fighting it, even though it drives me toward heresy, it drives me to the brink of insanity. it KILLS ME!
If I have nothing to struggle against, I might as well be a vegetable. (If I lose my Faith I might as well kill myself, yes kill myself (although that is extreme, and I would never dot it).
It seems like I can never do anything right!
Not with Faith, and not without it. My parents drive me crazy. My Dad says “Honor thy Mother and Father” but all else seems like (seems like) bupkis to him!
My Mother doesn’t practice, but I’m certain she’s more worthy of heaven than me.
Same thing with my Dad and even my Brother, who’s effectively an Atheist (SEVERELY AUTISTIC).
I can’t type anymore. The fuel in my tank has run dry. I think I’m indifferent. I can’t do this anymore.
Sometimes I wish I could just live in a corn-fed, home-schooled, devout, Catholic-Vacuumed (Catholic Vacuum?) Family and live a life of enthusiastic piety.
Not the current case. Scrupulous thoughts, actions, feelings, impulses have become habits (both good and bad), I’m aware that 90 percent of my temptations, thoughts, feelings and impulses come from me.
The truth is, peace is unsettling. I am comfortable in temptation and fighting it, even though it drives me toward heresy, it drives me to the brink of insanity. it KILLS ME!
If I have nothing to struggle against, I might as well be a vegetable. (If I lose my Faith I might as well kill myself, yes kill myself (although that is extreme, and I would never dot it).
It seems like I can never do anything right!
Not with Faith, and not without it. My parents drive me crazy. My Dad says “Honor thy Mother and Father” but all else seems like (seems like) bupkis to him!
My Mother doesn’t practice, but I’m certain she’s more worthy of heaven than me.
Same thing with my Dad and even my Brother, who’s effectively an Atheist (SEVERELY AUTISTIC).
I can’t type anymore. The fuel in my tank has run dry. I think I’m indifferent. I can’t do this anymore.