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AllahYsa3ed
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That lost soul is me.
About a decade ago, I was in uni and some friends turned on me. The details are not important. What is significant is that I turned inwardly to myself. I am Lebanese–as are they–and I stopped attending all Lebanese functions so as to avoid them. So many of our functions centre on Church that I stopped attending.
Not long after, my health took a turn for the worse, likely spurred by the onslaught of depression caused by what my friends did. I gained weight and my hair began to fall out. I later found out that I have PCOS–can’t have children (well, not easily) in addition to a slew of other symptoms. This too is not important. What is important is that I stayed turned inward, hiding a body that had gone so far out of my control that I only deepened my depression.
So where am I now? I haven’t been to Church in ten years. I have almost no hair left and plenty of extra pounds. And the news that I might not be able to have children planted a seed of darkness in me. That seed has grown into quite the defensive, self-deprecating humour. It is now easier to convince people that I have always hated the idea of marriage and kids than to admit that I so hate myself that I feel like no one loves me, including God.
I don’t pray anymore–I just get pissed at Him. And I want to badly to go back to Him but I am so angry at Him for making me into this hateful, ugly thing that I can’t find my way back. I know, logically, that it wasn’t Him but this is easier to believe. The old me would never have believed this.
I need prayers so that I might first go back to Him. Health and all of that can come second. I need to know the way to Him and to the One True Church again. Please.
Pray for me to be able to pray. Pray for me to muster up the courage to back to Church. Pray for my health–please, I want my hair and a husband to love, children to love. Pray for me to have the ability to say that to people in my life, instead of on a Catholic forum. Pray for me to love life again, because every day of the last ten years has been an exercise meant solely to prevent me from inviting death into my life.
I am desperate. Please show me God is there with your prayers.
About a decade ago, I was in uni and some friends turned on me. The details are not important. What is significant is that I turned inwardly to myself. I am Lebanese–as are they–and I stopped attending all Lebanese functions so as to avoid them. So many of our functions centre on Church that I stopped attending.
Not long after, my health took a turn for the worse, likely spurred by the onslaught of depression caused by what my friends did. I gained weight and my hair began to fall out. I later found out that I have PCOS–can’t have children (well, not easily) in addition to a slew of other symptoms. This too is not important. What is important is that I stayed turned inward, hiding a body that had gone so far out of my control that I only deepened my depression.
So where am I now? I haven’t been to Church in ten years. I have almost no hair left and plenty of extra pounds. And the news that I might not be able to have children planted a seed of darkness in me. That seed has grown into quite the defensive, self-deprecating humour. It is now easier to convince people that I have always hated the idea of marriage and kids than to admit that I so hate myself that I feel like no one loves me, including God.
I don’t pray anymore–I just get pissed at Him. And I want to badly to go back to Him but I am so angry at Him for making me into this hateful, ugly thing that I can’t find my way back. I know, logically, that it wasn’t Him but this is easier to believe. The old me would never have believed this.
I need prayers so that I might first go back to Him. Health and all of that can come second. I need to know the way to Him and to the One True Church again. Please.
Pray for me to be able to pray. Pray for me to muster up the courage to back to Church. Pray for my health–please, I want my hair and a husband to love, children to love. Pray for me to have the ability to say that to people in my life, instead of on a Catholic forum. Pray for me to love life again, because every day of the last ten years has been an exercise meant solely to prevent me from inviting death into my life.
I am desperate. Please show me God is there with your prayers.

