I'm Michael. I came here because I know what is coming down the pipeline, and I'm tired of pretending everything is okay when the world is literally burning down around our ears. I am a lapsed Roman Catholic who no longer believes in the teachings of that Church because of the divide between what is in Scripture and what is practiced from the pulpit, and that's entirely a doctrinal issue with Marian worship. I've studied eschatology to the point of madness when I was younger and burned out. Pretty sure my conversion was false because I feel nothing but emptiness and loss. For awhile I was convinced that I am truly apostate, having felt the complete removal of any spirituality whatsoever. Words cannot adequately impart the sense of despondency that followed that literally took years to overcome. I was convinced for many years that Hebrews 6:1-8 directly applied to me, and there's a part of me that is sure that if such were the case, it would be well-deserved.
I did 13 years in prison (for what doesn't matter--I was guilty and accepted responsibility and resigned myself to a life of second-class citizenry long ago) and became institutionalized as a result that now, ten years after my release, I still cannot shake. I get very bad anxiety when things don't go just so because of how rigid my need for order has become, and as a result, I've developed world-class symptomology of PTSD, OCPD (Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder) and I am very likely in the Borderline Personality category. But hey, I'm not complaining--I put myself there so please don't think I'm making excuses. I revel in my masochistic tendency to laugh at those who try to hurt me when I can do it so much better myself. I am no stranger to self-harm, though it came late in life, and God as my witness, it feels good to inflict it upon the flesh. Yes, I realize the absolute pathology of such a view, and I recognize it fully as unhealthy, but that matters not when one is in the middle of the storm. It's so bad that I've often wondered if I fit the MacDonald Triad of psychopathology. I dislike hurting animals, and I wasn't really a pyro, though, but there are times when my rage takes over and I will lash out at inanimate objects or yell at my animals for doing animal stuff that throws off my routines, after which I will feel immediate regret and want to simply slink off to cry in frustration at my inability to control my rage and its effects on those remaining that I actually care about.
The worst aspect of it is that I am finding it harder and harder to control my rage. If the tongue is a burning fire, my tongue is a thermonuclear device. I am intelligent; that's not a brag, it's a filthy curse because I am painfully aware of how awful that rage is and can see the effects on my physical being just as well as I can see the effects on others. As a result, I am growing more antisocial and find isolation to be the only solace I can take. This irritability has resulted recently in me cutting off the last two friends I had IRL because I was sick of chasing them to hang out. They're all fine with me texting and calling; it's just never reciprocated. Why would I continue calling someone who clearly doesn't care enough to call me or text once in awhile? They all smoke pot, and I really want to quit, but it's the only thing that keeps me semi-calm anymore.
Yes, I realize the pot is likely exacerbating the mental issue stuff; all the more reason to quit. I've got it down to a minimum, anyway. Not like I even really enjoy it anymore; it's more just something to do because I'm bored. So instead, I design RPG maps, sit at home waiting for job calls that never come because of how torched my work history is, and watch life quietly pass me by. Really, at this point, the RPG stuff I am working on is purely for my 19-month old daughter to inherit so we can tell stories when she's a little older and have some fun in a world that isn't quite so crappy.
Currently, I'm fighting the state trying to charge me $3k I cannot afford for something I'm pretty sure is fraudulent. I'm fighting my former landlord, having moved back from Austin to Kenosha to take care of my mother and the house. My fiancee I'm pretty sure is sick of my mood swings, and I refuse to take medication because I no longer trust anything from Pharma. In my opinion, every single doctor and nurse is an enemy waiting for a chance to strike. I trust no one outside of my family circle, and every day makes me more and more sure that I am very likely on a list somewhere in the FBI, just waiting for my number to come up before I am vanished.
This is who I am. The rage is not who I want to be. I'm not sure I can be saved at this point because it sure seems like I'm fighting God Himself, and my arms are too short to box with Him. I guess I'm here because I know I need help in several forms, and since I can do nothing about the mental issues (nor do I really want to--I've had my fill of mind-bending psychotropic medications; anything you can name, I've likely taken), I might as well tackle the spiritual while there's still daylight.
I see my friend on MeWe make the most amazing posts about Christ and salvation, and it's like a moth to a flame. My alienation is self-made; my pariah-hood is well-deserved. My anger and rage at the things I cannot control going on around me that have a direct impact on me more than others because of my low status on the societal totem pole means I have very little interaction with others around me that is not negative or confrontational because there is no hair on my tongue--I will not hesitate to call someone out on BS in public and put them right on blast, which comes from those borderline tendencies I mentioned. I fear such doctrinal clashes which is why I haven't yet found a church I want to attend. I am not interested in all the non-biblical evil (and there's really no other word for it) that is being pushed on children, and I want nothing to do with Molech-worshipping Luciferians who think abortion is a lifestyle. I just want to be healed. Lord, if I could but touch the door handle to the church, I would surely be healed, and if not, at least I could say I tried.
So, because my heart is such a lying POS, I figured I'd just drown it by force in the waters of Christian fellowship, even if I feel nothing but loss and emptiness. Better to die fighting and swinging at Satan's eyeball than give in one inch to the demons currently running the world into the ground at breakneck pace. Pretty sure we're mid-way through the seals being popped on the Final Judgement. After all, Satan is to be given the keys to hell to let out the demons to run about for a time during the Tribulations. Nothing in the Bible says I can't send them right back to the hole they crawled out of. Unfortunately, that urge to strike out is not biblical and is a product of my rage and anger looking for a lightning rod. Didn't I say my heart lies? There is nothing more deceptive on earth than the human heart.
Please, please, please--do not take this as a "poor me" thread. I fully deserve everything that has come my way. I just want off this merry-go-round because I am exhausted, physically, spiritually, and mentally. I'm tired of being afraid of what new horrors the next day brings, unstopping and unceasing, and I'm tired of seeing nothing but pain around me.
Sorry for the wall of words. I was hoping y'all had a spot on MeWe, but not yet, apparently. You should, though. It's a much healthier platform than Fakebook, which is what all these churches seem to be using these days, nevermind the fact that Fakebook is literally a societal cancer that is funding the destruction of our nation. I came here to hopefully find some refuge, having been kicked off the only mental help forum I used for mental health issues (I don't see those people for much the same reason I no longer take their poison) because I was slandered as a "conspiracy theorist," even though I was eventually proven correct. I don't really do psychotherapy because I do not trust any of them. I've literally witnessed the brainwashing of others and they almost had me. Thank God I woke up.
More for myself, I think, are my goals here:
1. find christian fellowship
2. find a local non-denominational church and/or church members
3. Save whatever is left of my soul, if it isn't completely DOA already
Thanks for listening.
J_M
I did 13 years in prison (for what doesn't matter--I was guilty and accepted responsibility and resigned myself to a life of second-class citizenry long ago) and became institutionalized as a result that now, ten years after my release, I still cannot shake. I get very bad anxiety when things don't go just so because of how rigid my need for order has become, and as a result, I've developed world-class symptomology of PTSD, OCPD (Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder) and I am very likely in the Borderline Personality category. But hey, I'm not complaining--I put myself there so please don't think I'm making excuses. I revel in my masochistic tendency to laugh at those who try to hurt me when I can do it so much better myself. I am no stranger to self-harm, though it came late in life, and God as my witness, it feels good to inflict it upon the flesh. Yes, I realize the absolute pathology of such a view, and I recognize it fully as unhealthy, but that matters not when one is in the middle of the storm. It's so bad that I've often wondered if I fit the MacDonald Triad of psychopathology. I dislike hurting animals, and I wasn't really a pyro, though, but there are times when my rage takes over and I will lash out at inanimate objects or yell at my animals for doing animal stuff that throws off my routines, after which I will feel immediate regret and want to simply slink off to cry in frustration at my inability to control my rage and its effects on those remaining that I actually care about.
The worst aspect of it is that I am finding it harder and harder to control my rage. If the tongue is a burning fire, my tongue is a thermonuclear device. I am intelligent; that's not a brag, it's a filthy curse because I am painfully aware of how awful that rage is and can see the effects on my physical being just as well as I can see the effects on others. As a result, I am growing more antisocial and find isolation to be the only solace I can take. This irritability has resulted recently in me cutting off the last two friends I had IRL because I was sick of chasing them to hang out. They're all fine with me texting and calling; it's just never reciprocated. Why would I continue calling someone who clearly doesn't care enough to call me or text once in awhile? They all smoke pot, and I really want to quit, but it's the only thing that keeps me semi-calm anymore.
Yes, I realize the pot is likely exacerbating the mental issue stuff; all the more reason to quit. I've got it down to a minimum, anyway. Not like I even really enjoy it anymore; it's more just something to do because I'm bored. So instead, I design RPG maps, sit at home waiting for job calls that never come because of how torched my work history is, and watch life quietly pass me by. Really, at this point, the RPG stuff I am working on is purely for my 19-month old daughter to inherit so we can tell stories when she's a little older and have some fun in a world that isn't quite so crappy.
Currently, I'm fighting the state trying to charge me $3k I cannot afford for something I'm pretty sure is fraudulent. I'm fighting my former landlord, having moved back from Austin to Kenosha to take care of my mother and the house. My fiancee I'm pretty sure is sick of my mood swings, and I refuse to take medication because I no longer trust anything from Pharma. In my opinion, every single doctor and nurse is an enemy waiting for a chance to strike. I trust no one outside of my family circle, and every day makes me more and more sure that I am very likely on a list somewhere in the FBI, just waiting for my number to come up before I am vanished.
This is who I am. The rage is not who I want to be. I'm not sure I can be saved at this point because it sure seems like I'm fighting God Himself, and my arms are too short to box with Him. I guess I'm here because I know I need help in several forms, and since I can do nothing about the mental issues (nor do I really want to--I've had my fill of mind-bending psychotropic medications; anything you can name, I've likely taken), I might as well tackle the spiritual while there's still daylight.
I see my friend on MeWe make the most amazing posts about Christ and salvation, and it's like a moth to a flame. My alienation is self-made; my pariah-hood is well-deserved. My anger and rage at the things I cannot control going on around me that have a direct impact on me more than others because of my low status on the societal totem pole means I have very little interaction with others around me that is not negative or confrontational because there is no hair on my tongue--I will not hesitate to call someone out on BS in public and put them right on blast, which comes from those borderline tendencies I mentioned. I fear such doctrinal clashes which is why I haven't yet found a church I want to attend. I am not interested in all the non-biblical evil (and there's really no other word for it) that is being pushed on children, and I want nothing to do with Molech-worshipping Luciferians who think abortion is a lifestyle. I just want to be healed. Lord, if I could but touch the door handle to the church, I would surely be healed, and if not, at least I could say I tried.
So, because my heart is such a lying POS, I figured I'd just drown it by force in the waters of Christian fellowship, even if I feel nothing but loss and emptiness. Better to die fighting and swinging at Satan's eyeball than give in one inch to the demons currently running the world into the ground at breakneck pace. Pretty sure we're mid-way through the seals being popped on the Final Judgement. After all, Satan is to be given the keys to hell to let out the demons to run about for a time during the Tribulations. Nothing in the Bible says I can't send them right back to the hole they crawled out of. Unfortunately, that urge to strike out is not biblical and is a product of my rage and anger looking for a lightning rod. Didn't I say my heart lies? There is nothing more deceptive on earth than the human heart.
Please, please, please--do not take this as a "poor me" thread. I fully deserve everything that has come my way. I just want off this merry-go-round because I am exhausted, physically, spiritually, and mentally. I'm tired of being afraid of what new horrors the next day brings, unstopping and unceasing, and I'm tired of seeing nothing but pain around me.
Sorry for the wall of words. I was hoping y'all had a spot on MeWe, but not yet, apparently. You should, though. It's a much healthier platform than Fakebook, which is what all these churches seem to be using these days, nevermind the fact that Fakebook is literally a societal cancer that is funding the destruction of our nation. I came here to hopefully find some refuge, having been kicked off the only mental help forum I used for mental health issues (I don't see those people for much the same reason I no longer take their poison) because I was slandered as a "conspiracy theorist," even though I was eventually proven correct. I don't really do psychotherapy because I do not trust any of them. I've literally witnessed the brainwashing of others and they almost had me. Thank God I woke up.
More for myself, I think, are my goals here:
1. find christian fellowship
2. find a local non-denominational church and/or church members
3. Save whatever is left of my soul, if it isn't completely DOA already
Thanks for listening.
J_M