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I mentioned in a family discussion that sometimes I thought it would be nice if dying simply meant falling asleep and never waking up. Part of this stems from the fact that I feel as though I will probably end up on the wrong side of the Pearly Gates - it seems, at times, like it would be so much easier if there were simply no Judgment; if by dying, we could simply cease to be.
My brother (who is a Sedevacantist, so I am inclined to take many things he says with a grain of salt) took me aside privately and told me that this point of view means I am essentially wishing that God did not exist, and thus it is a kind of blasphemy. I can most certainly see his point; however, there are underlying circumstances that he is not aware of, and I am wondering if they change anything.
I have gone through at least one period in my life (and possibly more) of what I believe to be depression (although I was never officially diagnosed) where I was in such pain that I actually got to the point of asking God to let me die. While I am not currently taken to such extreme measures, the experience did change the way I view my own mortality.
These days, when the ache won’t leave my chest, my reaction usually isn’t to want to feel better - it’s to want to stop feeling period. Sometimes I think I may have lost the hope that there is something better (perhaps along with my capacity to appreciate or desire it) as well as the fear that there is much that’s worse. Of course I know intellectually that Hell is worse than the worst fate imaginable, that Heaven should be my ultimate goal, and that there are many people in the world who are not nearly as fortunate as I am, but evidently those points speak much more to my head than my heart.
This is certainly something I will be talking over with my confessor, but I am interested in hearing from others “in the trenches” who may have experienced such thoughts and desires.
My brother (who is a Sedevacantist, so I am inclined to take many things he says with a grain of salt) took me aside privately and told me that this point of view means I am essentially wishing that God did not exist, and thus it is a kind of blasphemy. I can most certainly see his point; however, there are underlying circumstances that he is not aware of, and I am wondering if they change anything.
I have gone through at least one period in my life (and possibly more) of what I believe to be depression (although I was never officially diagnosed) where I was in such pain that I actually got to the point of asking God to let me die. While I am not currently taken to such extreme measures, the experience did change the way I view my own mortality.
These days, when the ache won’t leave my chest, my reaction usually isn’t to want to feel better - it’s to want to stop feeling period. Sometimes I think I may have lost the hope that there is something better (perhaps along with my capacity to appreciate or desire it) as well as the fear that there is much that’s worse. Of course I know intellectually that Hell is worse than the worst fate imaginable, that Heaven should be my ultimate goal, and that there are many people in the world who are not nearly as fortunate as I am, but evidently those points speak much more to my head than my heart.
This is certainly something I will be talking over with my confessor, but I am interested in hearing from others “in the trenches” who may have experienced such thoughts and desires.
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