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Norm640
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I’m starting to think that God doesn’t care about the mentally ill, not in the way we would normally think.
God is a spirit, and as much as I hate to admit, it takes Him time to respond to your prayers. Patience is not something the mentally ill have. Much less, we also have to “listen” to that “small still voice” that is God. Guess what? The mentally ill normally have so much going on in their heads they cannot discern anything. It is like trying to hear the vibration of a cell phone buried inside the roar of a jet engine.
So God does what He can, and that’s all He can do. God does work miracles, but not the miracles we read about in the Bible. He isn’t going to strike you down like Paul, He’s not going to announce His presence. He is subtle, and folks like me who suffer aren’t going to find Him.
Faith is hard to have when every minute of every day is a battle.
It is hard to accept being a failure and realizing you’re not going to have what everyone else has. You’re not going to be attractive to anyone, y ou’re not going to be married, you’re not going to have a job, and you’re certainly not going to find anyone who understands you.
Bad-mouthing God won’t work either, I know this. He’s not going to get angry and enter my life. He’s not going to have pity on me. He is God, He is a spirit, and He is limited.
We choose to sin, and we choose to go to Hell. What if you don’t have a choice? What if you are destined to be mentally ill and the thumb is on the scale against you?
Because of my OCD I find myself resenting those who are happy and well-adjusted. I envy those who have loving marriages. I look at pretty girls and know I’ll never have a chance. I see the relationships I messed up. People give up on me and never want me back. No one is in it for the long haul with me.
It is just me, just me. And I just don’t know how to accept it and be comfortable with being and having nothing. I’m 38, and yes, that is young, but if you go through what I through, you’re ready to move on. 20 years I’ve had OCD and the affects of OCD. I just don’t want to be here anymore, because I cannot function in this world- can’t get or keep a job, can’t get or keep a girl, and can’t support my family.
I feel like an alien. I just want it over.
Even when you read about St. Dymphna, you read that the patients she has helped aren’t cured- they are just able to function better.
God doesn’t heal mental illness. He can’t. We’re aberrations of his world. And He is a spirit bound by that fact.
Just my thoughts…just lonely…
God is a spirit, and as much as I hate to admit, it takes Him time to respond to your prayers. Patience is not something the mentally ill have. Much less, we also have to “listen” to that “small still voice” that is God. Guess what? The mentally ill normally have so much going on in their heads they cannot discern anything. It is like trying to hear the vibration of a cell phone buried inside the roar of a jet engine.
So God does what He can, and that’s all He can do. God does work miracles, but not the miracles we read about in the Bible. He isn’t going to strike you down like Paul, He’s not going to announce His presence. He is subtle, and folks like me who suffer aren’t going to find Him.
Faith is hard to have when every minute of every day is a battle.
It is hard to accept being a failure and realizing you’re not going to have what everyone else has. You’re not going to be attractive to anyone, y ou’re not going to be married, you’re not going to have a job, and you’re certainly not going to find anyone who understands you.
Bad-mouthing God won’t work either, I know this. He’s not going to get angry and enter my life. He’s not going to have pity on me. He is God, He is a spirit, and He is limited.
We choose to sin, and we choose to go to Hell. What if you don’t have a choice? What if you are destined to be mentally ill and the thumb is on the scale against you?
Because of my OCD I find myself resenting those who are happy and well-adjusted. I envy those who have loving marriages. I look at pretty girls and know I’ll never have a chance. I see the relationships I messed up. People give up on me and never want me back. No one is in it for the long haul with me.
It is just me, just me. And I just don’t know how to accept it and be comfortable with being and having nothing. I’m 38, and yes, that is young, but if you go through what I through, you’re ready to move on. 20 years I’ve had OCD and the affects of OCD. I just don’t want to be here anymore, because I cannot function in this world- can’t get or keep a job, can’t get or keep a girl, and can’t support my family.
I feel like an alien. I just want it over.
Even when you read about St. Dymphna, you read that the patients she has helped aren’t cured- they are just able to function better.
God doesn’t heal mental illness. He can’t. We’re aberrations of his world. And He is a spirit bound by that fact.
Just my thoughts…just lonely…