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Meemai
Guest
Before I start, I would like to say, I am at wits’ end. And you only read tihs when you think psychology has merits, I would not like to discuss things like ‘your more than your disorder.’ I know this, but a disorder is a facet of your personality and part of your foundation you cannot ignore it, doing so would mean you deny your very existance. Also please no posts that you’ll pray for me, I apreciate the thought but this is not what I want. If you did not like what you did read here, please do not comment or read on just hit the ‘back’ button. Also no 'go see a therapist my life is doing well, it’s only for the faith and towards God aspect of my life the religious life so to speak.
Index:
Explaining the problem
What I want from you.
Word of thanks.
Explaining the problem:
I was in a group of faith with a priest and people that believe in God, we would sing bible psalms, read the bible and talk about things that happen in our life. Pray and all those things, I never was one much for talking, and somehow the enviroment felt threatning to me.
I am writing this with pain in my heart, and watery eyes when I am thinking about it. But it felt hostile the whole group, not because they are bad people. No, in contrary they are quite nice and friendly, however as Jesus turned water into wine, my brain turns love and friendliness into destruction. Now let me explain this please.
So I have a disorder, and will try to explain it with a rough sketch, this means I am not going into detail but will tryr to write it rather roughly and generalised. Also I’ll just explain a facet of it that is relevant, no point in explaining everything now is there? So let me start.
It is hard to explain, but let’s take this angle, and note when I say you, I mean you personally as the reader. So you believe in God, so your convinced he is watching over you loves you and so on…
Now what I believe in, or well what I am haywired to believe in, it’s my own destructiveness. I am empty a empty scrap, I withdraw from everything because I am convinced I will destroy, myself.
… Arived at the the view, that love made hungry is the … problem and it rouses the terrible fear that one’s love has become so devouring and incorporative that love itself has become destructive. — The … sees the object as a desirable deserter, or as … calls it, an exciting needed object whom he must go after hungrily but then draw back from lest he should devour and destroy it in his desperately intense need to get total posession of it.
As the last:
He is unable to believe that he can fill
his own emptiness without reducing what is there to nothing. He
regards his own love and that of others as being as destructive as
hatred. To be loved threatens his self; but his love is equally dangerous
to anyone else. His isolation is not entirely for his own self’s
sake. It is also out of concern for others. A schizophrenic patient
would not allow anyone to touch her, not because they would do
her some harm, but because she might electrocute them. And this
is simply a psychotic expression of what the … individual
feels daily. He says, ‘It would not be fair to anyone I might love, to
love him.’ What he may then do is to destroy ‘in his mind’ the
image of anyone or anything he may be in danger of becoming
fond of, out of a desire to safeguard that other person or thing in
reality from being destroyed. If, then, there is nothing to want,
nothing to envy, there may be nothing to love, but there is nothing
to be reduced to nothing by him. In the last resort he sets about
murdering his 'self, and this is not as easy as cutting one’s throat.
He descends into a vortex of non-being in order to avoid being, but
also to preserve being from himself.
**What I want from you: **
So now I believe once you read this, try to think about it. Try to position yourself in my shoes, boots, loafers, clogs, etc. How hard would it be to believe in a God that is loving? How do I deal with this. Should I go to the faith group that is tonight tell them what I told you all here? What is it I should do? I am at wits’ end, and do not know what to do at all. The easiest thing is to withdraw to not go anywhere, to let the boat sink and to not even look at God again, but he keeps pulling me in like a magnet, where am I supoed to go. In the aspects of faith. Because I am doing fine in my life as I am now. It’s only the aspect of faith.
I wonder what I should do, how would you react when someone told you what I wrote in the op? Would you be accepting, would you feel pitty, would you try to comfort him? Note that these are all things that threaten and hurt me more in the run. Do you now understand how hard it is to go to church and such like this?
**
A word of thanks. **
Thanks if your still with me reading this, thanks I am looking forward to your (name removed by moderator)ut.
Warm greetings.
Index:
Explaining the problem
What I want from you.
Word of thanks.
Explaining the problem:
I was in a group of faith with a priest and people that believe in God, we would sing bible psalms, read the bible and talk about things that happen in our life. Pray and all those things, I never was one much for talking, and somehow the enviroment felt threatning to me.
I am writing this with pain in my heart, and watery eyes when I am thinking about it. But it felt hostile the whole group, not because they are bad people. No, in contrary they are quite nice and friendly, however as Jesus turned water into wine, my brain turns love and friendliness into destruction. Now let me explain this please.
So I have a disorder, and will try to explain it with a rough sketch, this means I am not going into detail but will tryr to write it rather roughly and generalised. Also I’ll just explain a facet of it that is relevant, no point in explaining everything now is there? So let me start.
It is hard to explain, but let’s take this angle, and note when I say you, I mean you personally as the reader. So you believe in God, so your convinced he is watching over you loves you and so on…
Now what I believe in, or well what I am haywired to believe in, it’s my own destructiveness. I am empty a empty scrap, I withdraw from everything because I am convinced I will destroy, myself.
… Arived at the the view, that love made hungry is the … problem and it rouses the terrible fear that one’s love has become so devouring and incorporative that love itself has become destructive. — The … sees the object as a desirable deserter, or as … calls it, an exciting needed object whom he must go after hungrily but then draw back from lest he should devour and destroy it in his desperately intense need to get total posession of it.
As the last:
He is unable to believe that he can fill
his own emptiness without reducing what is there to nothing. He
regards his own love and that of others as being as destructive as
hatred. To be loved threatens his self; but his love is equally dangerous
to anyone else. His isolation is not entirely for his own self’s
sake. It is also out of concern for others. A schizophrenic patient
would not allow anyone to touch her, not because they would do
her some harm, but because she might electrocute them. And this
is simply a psychotic expression of what the … individual
feels daily. He says, ‘It would not be fair to anyone I might love, to
love him.’ What he may then do is to destroy ‘in his mind’ the
image of anyone or anything he may be in danger of becoming
fond of, out of a desire to safeguard that other person or thing in
reality from being destroyed. If, then, there is nothing to want,
nothing to envy, there may be nothing to love, but there is nothing
to be reduced to nothing by him. In the last resort he sets about
murdering his 'self, and this is not as easy as cutting one’s throat.
He descends into a vortex of non-being in order to avoid being, but
also to preserve being from himself.
**What I want from you: **
So now I believe once you read this, try to think about it. Try to position yourself in my shoes, boots, loafers, clogs, etc. How hard would it be to believe in a God that is loving? How do I deal with this. Should I go to the faith group that is tonight tell them what I told you all here? What is it I should do? I am at wits’ end, and do not know what to do at all. The easiest thing is to withdraw to not go anywhere, to let the boat sink and to not even look at God again, but he keeps pulling me in like a magnet, where am I supoed to go. In the aspects of faith. Because I am doing fine in my life as I am now. It’s only the aspect of faith.
I wonder what I should do, how would you react when someone told you what I wrote in the op? Would you be accepting, would you feel pitty, would you try to comfort him? Note that these are all things that threaten and hurt me more in the run. Do you now understand how hard it is to go to church and such like this?
**
A word of thanks. **
Thanks if your still with me reading this, thanks I am looking forward to your (name removed by moderator)ut.
Warm greetings.