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Norm640
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Before I get going, I want to say two things. 1)No one can possibly understand what a person is going through no matter how hard he/she tries, so 2)Please don’t write me flippant messages saying things like “stop feeling sorry for yourself”, “get a grip”, or similar things. I know the right way to behave, I know how I should feel. But if we all acted as we should, we wouldn’t be human and we wouldn’t need prayer.
My life is out of control. I will be 37 in August, and if I died now there would be no trace of anything positive from me left behind. I am not married. I have no children. I am a virgin. I am unemployed (have bin for over a year). My “friends” have left me, as they are now successful and married. I’m not kidding. Lawyers, Doctors, Business execs, they are counted as people who used to like me. I walk around like I’m a stranger in a strange land- everyone is younger than me, and if they are my age they are on a different existential plane. I am no different than I was when I was 19. I’m just older.
My OCD has colored every aspect of my life. When I’m not in the throes of a relapse, I am depressed from it, becoming very negative to the point of suicide. I tried it twice in 2000, and I’ve been seriously thinking about it again, because I don’t know where else to go or what to do.
My prayers to God have gone unanswered. Every day for a while I’d pray the rosary, the divine mercy, an emergency novena to Mary, the memorae, and the Sacred Heart of Jesus prayer. Along with these prayers I’d pray to God and St. Raphael that I’d find the one person who could love an ugly guy like me, or that I could find a good job or come into money somehow. I have major responsibilities to my family, financially speaking.
But I’ve grown angry with God. And it upsets me that God is either silent or uncaring, or whatever. The reassurances of “in God’s time” doesn’t help with a man who, on a daily basis, feels like he is coming undone.
A man defines himself by his relationships and his success. I have neither. I am ashamed that I am 37 and there are teenagers who have more relationship experience than I have. I am ashamed that I couldn’t do anything with my life. I pray these days for God to take me out of this world, to give me the illnesses that my family members would have. So I could do something good and, at the same time, take myself out of this misery…but it is all is met with silence.
I want to know why I’m here. I want to know why I was created an ugly, unattractive man with no job and with OCD. I don’t understand where I went wrong…somewhere it all went wrong, when all I’ve ever tried to do is love and be loved and enjoy life.
I just want to die. It is like a cancer in my body. I just can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.
All I ask, all I want from you, is to pray that I have one night of peace. I have to take sleeping pills or drink just to go to bed. I don’t know where to go, what to do, I’m lost, I’m empty.
Thanks.
My life is out of control. I will be 37 in August, and if I died now there would be no trace of anything positive from me left behind. I am not married. I have no children. I am a virgin. I am unemployed (have bin for over a year). My “friends” have left me, as they are now successful and married. I’m not kidding. Lawyers, Doctors, Business execs, they are counted as people who used to like me. I walk around like I’m a stranger in a strange land- everyone is younger than me, and if they are my age they are on a different existential plane. I am no different than I was when I was 19. I’m just older.
My OCD has colored every aspect of my life. When I’m not in the throes of a relapse, I am depressed from it, becoming very negative to the point of suicide. I tried it twice in 2000, and I’ve been seriously thinking about it again, because I don’t know where else to go or what to do.
My prayers to God have gone unanswered. Every day for a while I’d pray the rosary, the divine mercy, an emergency novena to Mary, the memorae, and the Sacred Heart of Jesus prayer. Along with these prayers I’d pray to God and St. Raphael that I’d find the one person who could love an ugly guy like me, or that I could find a good job or come into money somehow. I have major responsibilities to my family, financially speaking.
But I’ve grown angry with God. And it upsets me that God is either silent or uncaring, or whatever. The reassurances of “in God’s time” doesn’t help with a man who, on a daily basis, feels like he is coming undone.
A man defines himself by his relationships and his success. I have neither. I am ashamed that I am 37 and there are teenagers who have more relationship experience than I have. I am ashamed that I couldn’t do anything with my life. I pray these days for God to take me out of this world, to give me the illnesses that my family members would have. So I could do something good and, at the same time, take myself out of this misery…but it is all is met with silence.
I want to know why I’m here. I want to know why I was created an ugly, unattractive man with no job and with OCD. I don’t understand where I went wrong…somewhere it all went wrong, when all I’ve ever tried to do is love and be loved and enjoy life.
I just want to die. It is like a cancer in my body. I just can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.
All I ask, all I want from you, is to pray that I have one night of peace. I have to take sleeping pills or drink just to go to bed. I don’t know where to go, what to do, I’m lost, I’m empty.
Thanks.
Amen