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Aiculik
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Hello everyone,
I’m new here and the reason I decided to write was that I really need help… I tried to ask priests - and got several opposite answers. So I thought perhaps I can find someone with similar experience, that may be able to give me some useful advice.
Please excuse my English - I’m not from English-speaking country, and it’s difficult enough to express these toughts in my own languge, not to mention translate them.
The problem is, I lost my trust - I do believe in God, and Jesus, and everything… I just can’t believe he really loves me. I don’t pray any more, rarely go to mass, and even more rarely to confession, because when I do, I get so mad I have to stop or leave. When I hear the priests (I tried to go to different churches, to change the parish, but it didn’t help at all), their speaches are full of how me “must open ourselves to God’s love”, or how me “musn’t close our hearts”, it makes me sick. Literally. I begin to shake, my heart beats wildy, I can’t breat… I have a fit of anger, and it takes great effort to yell at them.
It wasn’t always this way… or was it? I’m not sure any more. I was a member of community dedicated to Virgin Mary, and later also of neocatechumenate, I couldn’t imagine Sunday without Eucharist, read the Bible… in the Virgin Mary community, where people met in small groups of 10-20 people with one animator, that was managing meetings, preparing texts from Bible for reading and discussion, prayers etc., I was one of those animators. Even now, 4 years after I’m out, people keep asking me to come back (they don’t know about my crisis). Everyone seems to think I’m real saint.
So what happened? Partially, it’s the fault of the neocatechumenate, where everyone kept talking about how blessed they are and what great things God did for them. So I compared it with my own life… how I had to run away from my country because of the war… how I have been bullied in school because I was poor… how nobody, ever, has fallen in love with me… how nobody seemed to care, not even in community, that I scratched my hands to blood… how I was always alone, labelled as weird, boring and ugly (I can’t sing or dance, and most young people in the community were in the choir, and due to health problems, I was always plump… not really fat, but not slim either). How I have to live with my mother and there’s no chance to get the loan or the mortgage to buy my own flat (I don’t live in USA, and in my country this is quite a common problem of single people). And my mother loves to remind me of the fact that I live in her flat… she thinks it gives her the right to control everythning I do as if I was six, not thirty.
And God never did anything. My prayers remained without answer… only icy quiteness. No blessing for me, it seems. No happiness. I know about the “law of undulation”, but in my case, difficult phase lasts not few months, or few years, I could bear that; it lasts almost whole my life.
But when I started to think over about it, I had to admit it was always there, that anger, and despair, and feeling that I’m quite alone, that even God doesn’t really care what happens to me… I just didn’t have the courage to admit it.
Strange thing is, I still want to be a Catholic. I want to believe in God, and trust him, and love him. I just don’t know how to do it. " Yeah I know I shoul “open myself to his love”, but I have no idea what that really means. The only priest that seems to know what’s he talking about says I should get rid of that anger first. He even allowed me to participate at Eucharist without confession… but there are two problems with that - first, I usually run away long before Eucharist, and second, even if I stay, I’m so angry I can’t go to Eucharist.
So… do you think there’s still hope for me?
I’m new here and the reason I decided to write was that I really need help… I tried to ask priests - and got several opposite answers. So I thought perhaps I can find someone with similar experience, that may be able to give me some useful advice.
Please excuse my English - I’m not from English-speaking country, and it’s difficult enough to express these toughts in my own languge, not to mention translate them.
The problem is, I lost my trust - I do believe in God, and Jesus, and everything… I just can’t believe he really loves me. I don’t pray any more, rarely go to mass, and even more rarely to confession, because when I do, I get so mad I have to stop or leave. When I hear the priests (I tried to go to different churches, to change the parish, but it didn’t help at all), their speaches are full of how me “must open ourselves to God’s love”, or how me “musn’t close our hearts”, it makes me sick. Literally. I begin to shake, my heart beats wildy, I can’t breat… I have a fit of anger, and it takes great effort to yell at them.
It wasn’t always this way… or was it? I’m not sure any more. I was a member of community dedicated to Virgin Mary, and later also of neocatechumenate, I couldn’t imagine Sunday without Eucharist, read the Bible… in the Virgin Mary community, where people met in small groups of 10-20 people with one animator, that was managing meetings, preparing texts from Bible for reading and discussion, prayers etc., I was one of those animators. Even now, 4 years after I’m out, people keep asking me to come back (they don’t know about my crisis). Everyone seems to think I’m real saint.
So what happened? Partially, it’s the fault of the neocatechumenate, where everyone kept talking about how blessed they are and what great things God did for them. So I compared it with my own life… how I had to run away from my country because of the war… how I have been bullied in school because I was poor… how nobody, ever, has fallen in love with me… how nobody seemed to care, not even in community, that I scratched my hands to blood… how I was always alone, labelled as weird, boring and ugly (I can’t sing or dance, and most young people in the community were in the choir, and due to health problems, I was always plump… not really fat, but not slim either). How I have to live with my mother and there’s no chance to get the loan or the mortgage to buy my own flat (I don’t live in USA, and in my country this is quite a common problem of single people). And my mother loves to remind me of the fact that I live in her flat… she thinks it gives her the right to control everythning I do as if I was six, not thirty.
And God never did anything. My prayers remained without answer… only icy quiteness. No blessing for me, it seems. No happiness. I know about the “law of undulation”, but in my case, difficult phase lasts not few months, or few years, I could bear that; it lasts almost whole my life.
But when I started to think over about it, I had to admit it was always there, that anger, and despair, and feeling that I’m quite alone, that even God doesn’t really care what happens to me… I just didn’t have the courage to admit it.
Strange thing is, I still want to be a Catholic. I want to believe in God, and trust him, and love him. I just don’t know how to do it. " Yeah I know I shoul “open myself to his love”, but I have no idea what that really means. The only priest that seems to know what’s he talking about says I should get rid of that anger first. He even allowed me to participate at Eucharist without confession… but there are two problems with that - first, I usually run away long before Eucharist, and second, even if I stay, I’m so angry I can’t go to Eucharist.
So… do you think there’s still hope for me?
