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Domiy
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It’s almost as if he’s given up on me, or dare I say punishing me. I’ve lost everything, including the will to do anything except sit around all day in agony.
I’ve been suffering from an ongoing illness (non-life threatening) which has now elevated to an extreme level. I’ve been in and out of hospital due to the pain. It hurts so much, all the time. Doctors are unable to find a clear diagnosis, and traditional painkillers or symptom management is not an option. It’s forced me to cut-out essentially everything from my diet; dairy, meat, bread, and coffee, and a long-list of fruits and vegetables. Not much I can eat. I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight as a result.
I had to quit my job in the interests of myself and my employer, after labouring all year to finally find a job and kick-start my career. My family is going away for the weekend, and I’m unfit to go with them. All of this has obviously taken a toll on my social life as well.
I’m 24 years old. Dare I say, these are the years of my life for living. I want to travel, progress in my career, invest in doing something I love, and so on.
Am I supposed to thank God for taking all of that away from me? I’m ill able to fathom how he could possibly be thinking “I want this to happen. This is my will. I have a plan”. Dare I say, his plan is extremely painful and neglecting. I feel like kindly requesting to be exempt from his plan, and let me live my own life without the agony and depression that he’s cornered me into, even though I’ve worked so hard to keep my life on track.
So, this is me. Far from God. The harder I knock, the further he pushes me away. It’s less destructive simply not to knock anymore.
I’ve been suffering from an ongoing illness (non-life threatening) which has now elevated to an extreme level. I’ve been in and out of hospital due to the pain. It hurts so much, all the time. Doctors are unable to find a clear diagnosis, and traditional painkillers or symptom management is not an option. It’s forced me to cut-out essentially everything from my diet; dairy, meat, bread, and coffee, and a long-list of fruits and vegetables. Not much I can eat. I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight as a result.
I had to quit my job in the interests of myself and my employer, after labouring all year to finally find a job and kick-start my career. My family is going away for the weekend, and I’m unfit to go with them. All of this has obviously taken a toll on my social life as well.
I’m 24 years old. Dare I say, these are the years of my life for living. I want to travel, progress in my career, invest in doing something I love, and so on.
Am I supposed to thank God for taking all of that away from me? I’m ill able to fathom how he could possibly be thinking “I want this to happen. This is my will. I have a plan”. Dare I say, his plan is extremely painful and neglecting. I feel like kindly requesting to be exempt from his plan, and let me live my own life without the agony and depression that he’s cornered me into, even though I’ve worked so hard to keep my life on track.
So, this is me. Far from God. The harder I knock, the further he pushes me away. It’s less destructive simply not to knock anymore.
