Prayers for you - for compassion and strength.
I’ve been through a few difficult life situations. I’m a better person today, because of the tests. I’m stronger yet I’m also more resilent. I know that pain filled tests are intended to test my connection and my reliance on God. I learned to become a willing servant to what God needed me to learn and do.
Difficult tests somethings hurt. Time will provide you a different perspective from how your pain feels today.
I don’t have an eternal body, but God did give me an eternal soul.
There are many many pain filled aspects of being human.
I am willing to acknowledge that pain is a part of being human. What I would like is some respite from that pain.
I grew up in an emotionally abusive household. Was sexually abused by someone as a child. Had no safe place ever. When your homelife is unpredictable, there is no safe place. I am divorced. I had a fiance who promised me a future with a child–I’ve wanted a child for a long, long time and my ex-husband would not have a child with me. I never wanted to be that kind of woman who would leave, but I guess, I am. I have lost my job and have been on the market since last November or so. I have some promising job possibilities, but we’ll see how they shake out.
I’m 39 years old and because of my mother’s recent bit of emotional and psychological violence, have had to cut both of my parents out of my life. Not something I ever wanted.
Let me run that down:
Psychological, emotional, and sexual abuse
Failed marriage
Failed relationship that was promising (and the failure came out of nowhere–we were, I thought, very happy together.)
No job
No place to live that is my own (sleeping on ex’s sofa which comes with it’s own problems for both of us.)
Ex is drinking again and who knows for how long. (I may have left, but I never stopped caring for him–alcoholism will kill him.)
Dwindling bank account
No future for a relationship or children.
Demonic attacks
I have been praying faithfully my whole life. I was not necessarily the best Catholic, but I loved Jesus and I loved God and I prayed. I never lost my faith, even through all the abuse. But, I’ve just hit my limit.
I prayed rosaries, novenas, attended eucharistic adoration, confessed my sins–even doing a general confession–, I’ve been prayed over, worked (and am still working) on a Holy cause, and prayed, prayed, prayed. And there is no evidence of Jesus in my life. I have no comfort, even. I feel nothing when I pray. I feel like I have no help. I feel there is no mercy. This suffering, not just the end of my marriage, not just the end of my relationship, not just my financial/job predicament, not just the abuse, but the fact that I likely have no future for motherhood at this point, really, really pains me. I did not sign up for this. I have tried to give myself over to God’s will, but I have yet to do much else but suffer to varying degrees.
I do appreciate all the offers for prayers, but I no longer have faith that they’re heard. Perhaps other people’s prayers truck with God, but mine certainly don’t.
I not only feel abandoned by my family, and my former boyfriend, but also by God. All I’ve wanted my whole life is to be loved and it seems I’m undeserving of that love. And the one time I believed I had it, it was swiftly and inexplicably taken from me.
I am very angry with God, if there even is a God. I remain unconvinced.
And yes, I guess in this regard, the demonic has won. At least for now. Does God care enough to save my faith? Time will tell, I guess. I hope so. This is not a state I enjoy.