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Norm640
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I am really tired of my life. I see people my age married and with children, being successful, and because of my mental problems (OCD) I live at home. I see people going out and having fun while I’m sitting at home doing nothing. My life feels completely empty. I feel lost. I have nothing and don’t feel like I’ll ever be happy with myself.
I see pretty girls and feel anxious and depressed. Almost heartbroken. They’ll never go out with a guy like me. I see people living life so normally. Enjoying life. Feeling comfortable. I’ve never felt comfortable. I’ve never been happy.
Yesterday I was stood up at a bar by a girl who was 12 years my junior. I felt old and humiliated.
I always feel anxious. I always feel on edge. My thoughts are always dark. My OCD affects everything I do. And I am starting to feel that these horrible thoughts I have are really because of me, not because of some sort of disorder called “OCD”.
I have prayed the Divine Mercy CHaplet, and the Rosary and prayers to Saint Raphael, Saint Jude, Saint Rita, Saint Joseph and Saint Dymphna all during the hour of divine mercy (3pm).
But God doesn’t cure the mentally ill. I read that God uses the mentally ill as examples to show himself through suffering. I am tired of suffering. I am tired of walking on a wire. I don’t want to be an example for God. I want to be normal. I want to be with a beautiful woman, I want to have a good job. I want to live on my own. I want to be proud of myself.
I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being sensitive. I am tired of being alone. I am tired of feeling empty, lost, and alone.
I am tired of me. I have prayed that God end my life. I don’t want to be used by God for any example. Why do some people who have never really been religious or even talked to God have things so well? Why do they have the beautiful wife, the great career, the confidence, the security, the happiness?
Why did God let this happen to me? Because I was a different person before I got whatever this is. And I never got a chance to become the man I was meant to be. I was just 19 when my world came crashing down, and I’ve been living in this hell for 17 years. I’ve squandered my life…
I am just tired and I’m starting to lose interest in going on … hope is such a drug, it keeps me getting up in the morning…but I know it is only hope. It produces nothing…
I even hate having to come to talk about my problems to others. No one likes a whiner. No one likes a complainer. Why did God make me?
I see pretty girls and feel anxious and depressed. Almost heartbroken. They’ll never go out with a guy like me. I see people living life so normally. Enjoying life. Feeling comfortable. I’ve never felt comfortable. I’ve never been happy.
Yesterday I was stood up at a bar by a girl who was 12 years my junior. I felt old and humiliated.
I always feel anxious. I always feel on edge. My thoughts are always dark. My OCD affects everything I do. And I am starting to feel that these horrible thoughts I have are really because of me, not because of some sort of disorder called “OCD”.
I have prayed the Divine Mercy CHaplet, and the Rosary and prayers to Saint Raphael, Saint Jude, Saint Rita, Saint Joseph and Saint Dymphna all during the hour of divine mercy (3pm).
But God doesn’t cure the mentally ill. I read that God uses the mentally ill as examples to show himself through suffering. I am tired of suffering. I am tired of walking on a wire. I don’t want to be an example for God. I want to be normal. I want to be with a beautiful woman, I want to have a good job. I want to live on my own. I want to be proud of myself.
I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being sensitive. I am tired of being alone. I am tired of feeling empty, lost, and alone.
I am tired of me. I have prayed that God end my life. I don’t want to be used by God for any example. Why do some people who have never really been religious or even talked to God have things so well? Why do they have the beautiful wife, the great career, the confidence, the security, the happiness?
Why did God let this happen to me? Because I was a different person before I got whatever this is. And I never got a chance to become the man I was meant to be. I was just 19 when my world came crashing down, and I’ve been living in this hell for 17 years. I’ve squandered my life…
I am just tired and I’m starting to lose interest in going on … hope is such a drug, it keeps me getting up in the morning…but I know it is only hope. It produces nothing…
I even hate having to come to talk about my problems to others. No one likes a whiner. No one likes a complainer. Why did God make me?
