Pathetic and (most likely) bathetic ramblings
I dont quite know where to begin, and I apologize in advance for taking up someones time with what will be, most likely, nonsensical ramblings.
I happened across this website, and in reading the posts here, I am amazed at the support and compassion that has been shown to suffering people. I did not realize such a thing existed.
I am a survivor of sexual abuse, and have always felt afraid, furious, and alone. I cannot trust anyone, not my wife, not God, not even myself. I find myself as a person who believes in the Christian faith, but who prays for oblivion, as no heaven could be good enough to warrant the pain of a continued and continual existence.
I thought I had it beat. I thought I had gone through the fire, and was through. Then I looked in the mirror, and I saw the scars.
It does my heart good to see the people here help one another. It makes me feel, which is a very rare occurrence these days, or at least, something other than fury, shame, or agony.
I dont know where Im going with this. I guess I just want someone to hear me, even if it is a stranger. More importantly, I want someone to hear me that actually understands what Im talking about.
Ill shut up soon, and again, I apologize, but I just cant take it anymore.
I thought I was doing well. In the last two years, I graduated college, got married to the woman I love, got a semi-decent job, and bought a house. I had friends, more than I had in almost a decade, and I was actually trying. Then it all hit me.
Im running away again, like Ive done so often. I ended most of my friendships the last couple of weeks. Ive acted like an asshole to my wife, the only person whos ever loved me on this world, and I know she wont take much more of it. Im letting my bills pile up. I have to forcibly restrain myself from getting myself fired, and I dont care if I lose this job or not anymore. Im giving up, and I dont care anymore.
Ive almost killed myself a lot over the years. Its been on my mind these last few weeks more and more. I think Im getting ready for it, dropping all ties to everything around me. I dont know, I think Im too much of a coward to physically die, because Im afraid there will be eternal life on the other side, and an infinity of life is enough to make me retch. But Ill die inside, and rot the rest of the days Im alive. Its already began. I havent acted or written, two of my favorite things in the world to do, for years. Its just a matter of time, now.
Im sorry for wasting all of your time with this. Ive tried therapy, and I find it just isnt for me. I truly hope each of you finds nothing but peace, love, and serenity, for you all deserve it. I deserve it, too, but it just isnt there, and I cant make it.
If anyones still reading, thank you for reading this. I wish I could trust people enough to let them in, and to believe that they actually wanted to help me. But its too late in the day, and I give up. Peace.
I happened across this website, and in reading the posts here, I am amazed at the support and compassion that has been shown to suffering people. I did not realize such a thing existed.
I am a survivor of sexual abuse, and have always felt afraid, furious, and alone. I cannot trust anyone, not my wife, not God, not even myself. I find myself as a person who believes in the Christian faith, but who prays for oblivion, as no heaven could be good enough to warrant the pain of a continued and continual existence.
I thought I had it beat. I thought I had gone through the fire, and was through. Then I looked in the mirror, and I saw the scars.
It does my heart good to see the people here help one another. It makes me feel, which is a very rare occurrence these days, or at least, something other than fury, shame, or agony.
I dont know where Im going with this. I guess I just want someone to hear me, even if it is a stranger. More importantly, I want someone to hear me that actually understands what Im talking about.
Ill shut up soon, and again, I apologize, but I just cant take it anymore.
I thought I was doing well. In the last two years, I graduated college, got married to the woman I love, got a semi-decent job, and bought a house. I had friends, more than I had in almost a decade, and I was actually trying. Then it all hit me.
Im running away again, like Ive done so often. I ended most of my friendships the last couple of weeks. Ive acted like an asshole to my wife, the only person whos ever loved me on this world, and I know she wont take much more of it. Im letting my bills pile up. I have to forcibly restrain myself from getting myself fired, and I dont care if I lose this job or not anymore. Im giving up, and I dont care anymore.
Ive almost killed myself a lot over the years. Its been on my mind these last few weeks more and more. I think Im getting ready for it, dropping all ties to everything around me. I dont know, I think Im too much of a coward to physically die, because Im afraid there will be eternal life on the other side, and an infinity of life is enough to make me retch. But Ill die inside, and rot the rest of the days Im alive. Its already began. I havent acted or written, two of my favorite things in the world to do, for years. Its just a matter of time, now.
Im sorry for wasting all of your time with this. Ive tried therapy, and I find it just isnt for me. I truly hope each of you finds nothing but peace, love, and serenity, for you all deserve it. I deserve it, too, but it just isnt there, and I cant make it.
If anyones still reading, thank you for reading this. I wish I could trust people enough to let them in, and to believe that they actually wanted to help me. But its too late in the day, and I give up. Peace.