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michaeldean
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I’m not sure if this is the right forum, I’m sorry if it’s not.
Lately I’ve been doing what can only be described as “spiritual suicide” though all references to such a term as I’ve seen are referring to something different than what I mean, so I’ll try to explain. I’ve had a pretty messed up life to be honest and I’m not exactly well-adjusted, I ran away from religion because the way I was raised was pretty religiously traumatizing (can I get a holla for Christian school), and I’ve had my share of depression and family problems I’m still coming to terms with calling abuse. I guess I’ve always had a pretty low conception of myself, being reckless and hurting myself, drinking, sleeping around, attempting suicide more than once. Well, now I’m (slowly) coming around to the whole God thing, and part of me wants to believe, you know, but the other part of me is too afraid, and I’ve heard the whole God loves you like a father thing, but honestly, that doesn’t do a whole lot for me, because in my experience that’s always meant punishment and being on the edge all the time, but then whenever I start to open up to it, I purposely sabotage myself. Let 's face it, we all deserve to go to hell, right? Why should I get salvation? What gives me the right to even ask for mercy or grace? So whenever I feel like I’m doing something right I go and do something that’s against God’s commandments so that I can be sure I’m not gonna get any reprieve, little things, like not going to church even when I want to, deciding to give up something for Lent and then purposely breaking it for no other reason than to prove I’m beyond repair. Why am I so ****ed up ? Why can’t I just accept that maybe good things happen to people who don’t deserve it? I constantly feel alone and longing but me, in heaven, loved by an omnipotent power I **** off every chance I get, it’s so contrary to my being it’s painful to imagine. Does God see this, or is it more important that I get enough damn discipline to actually listen? I’m not worthy of this. Am I the only one who feels this? Does it make me a monster to say this?
Lately I’ve been doing what can only be described as “spiritual suicide” though all references to such a term as I’ve seen are referring to something different than what I mean, so I’ll try to explain. I’ve had a pretty messed up life to be honest and I’m not exactly well-adjusted, I ran away from religion because the way I was raised was pretty religiously traumatizing (can I get a holla for Christian school), and I’ve had my share of depression and family problems I’m still coming to terms with calling abuse. I guess I’ve always had a pretty low conception of myself, being reckless and hurting myself, drinking, sleeping around, attempting suicide more than once. Well, now I’m (slowly) coming around to the whole God thing, and part of me wants to believe, you know, but the other part of me is too afraid, and I’ve heard the whole God loves you like a father thing, but honestly, that doesn’t do a whole lot for me, because in my experience that’s always meant punishment and being on the edge all the time, but then whenever I start to open up to it, I purposely sabotage myself. Let 's face it, we all deserve to go to hell, right? Why should I get salvation? What gives me the right to even ask for mercy or grace? So whenever I feel like I’m doing something right I go and do something that’s against God’s commandments so that I can be sure I’m not gonna get any reprieve, little things, like not going to church even when I want to, deciding to give up something for Lent and then purposely breaking it for no other reason than to prove I’m beyond repair. Why am I so ****ed up ? Why can’t I just accept that maybe good things happen to people who don’t deserve it? I constantly feel alone and longing but me, in heaven, loved by an omnipotent power I **** off every chance I get, it’s so contrary to my being it’s painful to imagine. Does God see this, or is it more important that I get enough damn discipline to actually listen? I’m not worthy of this. Am I the only one who feels this? Does it make me a monster to say this?