Anonymous
Beloved of All
(a prenote: since ai crosses out numbers, I'm righting numbers out because they are pivotal in this as they outline my financial debts and obligations. Get rid of ai; keep the human factor.)
Just can't do this anymore. If God cared He would have helped me by now. And tell throw at me "not in our timing, but in God's". That's what preachers say when they don't have an answer. Obviously, the end depends on my timing. There's only one way to stop being sucked down under the quicksand. There is nothing now, nor ahead to pull me up, out, and away from this. This is seemingly God's will. After all, isn't this how it usually ends for family scapegoats. The harder and longer I try, the worse things get. What's the point in praying to make it if I'm going to end up much worse than I already am. What food I have left I'm going to have to stretch out. There's not much money left. I'm relying on Lyft rides which takes a big chunk of money. My room rate has gone up to almost five hundred bucks a week (summertime rates). I have to renew my auto insurance, renew my auto tags, get the car inspected for tag renewal, get my car fixed before I can do any of that, and get the car inspected, and on top of that, the tags have already expired. My so-called Christian family has disowned me and now my niece seems to be distancing herself from me. We're in touch alot, but I haven't heard from her in 2 weeks. (I know nothing's happened to her as she's quite active on her social page). Even if I somehow make it through this, I still don't have a car. I still won't have any more money. I still won't have any means to build on to gain any ground. It's not even 2 steps forward, 4 steps back anymore. It's just falling back more and more. The yo-yo emotions are pulling me down deeper and deeper. The severe depression is worsening as well as the anxiety. I shake at times and get panic attacks. It's so bad at times that I want to walk away at work, but then I'd be fired, especially since I don't have any sick time left. I have no options. I have no means to get to any food pantry. I have no means to get around. I can't even get down to my storage unit to pull some things out to sell. Obviously my life was headed this way and I haven't been able to stop the crash, or I didn't recognize the futility of what was going on. The sad thing is, as it has been the case for so many years now, is that each time there's a struggle and I'm finally out of the pothole, another one comes up. There's ALWAYS another one. That is not normal. I'm not talking about the inconveniences of normal life here and there that we as humans have to overcome. This is exponentially worse and much more critical than any other situation I've ever faced and some really took a great deal out of me. I have no means to fix this situation especially since it gets worse and everything I try to do just complicated everything more. I've tried so hard to survive all those years of damage from my family. All the psychology, spiritual, medical help I sought helped only so much. Doctors and medications can't fix this or the lasting damage from this. I'm hanging on and hanging on, but for what? It's time to stop it all before the obvious end of homelessness. I don't even have a car to live in. If this is a test, it's obvious I failed it long ago. I'm too old for this. I'm far from having my whole life ahead of me. All of my hopes, dreams, ambitions, things I tried to accomplish are long gone. The things that I really enjoyed and that really fit me were taken from me and not because of anything I did wrong. The things that brought me joy, happiness, peace, satisfaction, and a spark for life were ALL taken from me. There wasn't anything bad about them but for some reason I wasn't allowed to have anything that i liked. I worked with animals (especially horse), I did alot of photography (a music group back east used my photos on the back of their CD and inside a multifold pullout), I ran cameras for a local cable company back east and the producer favored me and said I was a natural and was so amazed that I never had any training, then he retired and his assistant took over and drove everyone out because he was a mean tyrant that no one could get along with. And the worst thing is that God gave me a great job that could have only come together by the grace of God...but He let someone who hated me take it away. I did nothing wrong. That crushed me! That's when my my deepest and darkest days proliferated. I drank, slept, withdrew from God. But, eventually, I stopped that stuff and was doing better with alot of mental help and was going back to church. But, for what? Eventually, the jobs just weren't coming and I did alot of landscaping work that I loved doing. I got an apprenticeship job for circuit boards - only fifteen out of three hundred people were selected. I thought God was smiling on me. Halfway through the apprenticeship everyone was evaluated. Eight people were cut from the fifteen - I was one of them. Crushed again. I never fully recovered from that first job loss at the hands of hateful manager. I thought the apprenticeship job (with an aerospace company) was a chance to get back on my feet again. But, nope! I then lost my house. I made some money off of the loss and was able to find a room to rent from someone. A friend invited me back east. I went and looked around, but it just didn't seem like it was going to work out for me - or, I was still stinging from the lost apprenticeship and losing my house, and even still feeling from the loss of a job that I knew God gave me. Then car issues with a vehicle I had for nineteen years and more than two hundred thousand miles. Suddenly it was one thing after another and because I lost my house, I had no credit. I ended up with three predatory loans that caused me a great deal of financial hardship. Then, I had everything fixed on the car and was so grateful, but then, the car just died on the road. I had no money left to put into it and certainly couldn't afford another predatory loan as I was still paying off the loans with a meager pt job of only twenty hours aweek. Also, during that time, I had to move again. Then a friend helped me out by giving me a car; the one I currently have. Unfortunately, this vehicle was worse. The engine had to be rebuilt, then other issues, including the front end needs serious work. It's too dangerous to drive. The friend (God bless her) paid for the engine rebuild. And now more car issues. I haven't even begun to be able to pay her back. In between vehicles, I to quit the other job because I couldn't get to work anymore. Now I work in a grocery store and am only making it to work through Lyft rides. I used to live in the neighborhood but had to move to where I'm at now because it was the most affordable place I could find. Even if I could find a cheaper place now that is closer to work, I don't have a car to move my stuff. That expense adds up quickly and is preventing me from being able to save any money. The car repairs are over two thousand dollars. It seems God is punishing me for not making that big move back east. And now here I am, much worse off then ever before and much closer to an end I never imagined would happen. But, the Bible says that God says, "Vengeance is mine." I guess I'm living that vengeance now. After all and everything, this is what I've sowed? But, even if I had gone back east, I still could have ended up this way as well. There's no hope left, not even the size of a mustard seed. One doesn't have to be real smart to see how this is going to end. I can't go through that end. There is only way to stop this flaming crash. My family would love knowing what's happening to me. They will find so much joy in my demise. They always resented anything good that I did or that happened to me. The disappointing thing about it is that it seems God is ok with their hatred towards me. I've never prayed for vengeance on them on my behalf. I've told you I've been praying every night for God to take me with my OSA, but obviously He won't. I keep looking back to the last, and most severe incident of late, back in October. I keep reminding God that He could have prevented all of this had I not recovered that time. I don't want to do it, but if God won't free me like that, then I have no choice. I've already gone longer than I've wanted to in all of this. There is no glory in hanging on and struggling on to an obvious end that means death anyway. (I actually thought about going for a walk in a severe thunderstorm last night, but with my luck, I probably would have survived a lightning strike but would have been permanently injured so then I would even be worse off!) I have no options or alternatives. For whatever reason(s), maybe this is God's will. I don't see how being the family sacrifice is going to do me any good, but maybe it will be good for my hateful family. But then again, I won't be around for them to hate anymore, but they will surely be ramping everything up and telling their friends, neighbors, and church members what a terrible person I was and how selfish I was for not considering their feelings. Ironic, huh? I not only praying at night. I am praying in the morning and throughout the day. I keep asking God to help me somehow or to just take me with my obstructive sleep apnea (OSA). But, since my prayer is not being answered, I have no choice but to do it myself.
Just can't do this anymore. If God cared He would have helped me by now. And tell throw at me "not in our timing, but in God's". That's what preachers say when they don't have an answer. Obviously, the end depends on my timing. There's only one way to stop being sucked down under the quicksand. There is nothing now, nor ahead to pull me up, out, and away from this. This is seemingly God's will. After all, isn't this how it usually ends for family scapegoats. The harder and longer I try, the worse things get. What's the point in praying to make it if I'm going to end up much worse than I already am. What food I have left I'm going to have to stretch out. There's not much money left. I'm relying on Lyft rides which takes a big chunk of money. My room rate has gone up to almost five hundred bucks a week (summertime rates). I have to renew my auto insurance, renew my auto tags, get the car inspected for tag renewal, get my car fixed before I can do any of that, and get the car inspected, and on top of that, the tags have already expired. My so-called Christian family has disowned me and now my niece seems to be distancing herself from me. We're in touch alot, but I haven't heard from her in 2 weeks. (I know nothing's happened to her as she's quite active on her social page). Even if I somehow make it through this, I still don't have a car. I still won't have any more money. I still won't have any means to build on to gain any ground. It's not even 2 steps forward, 4 steps back anymore. It's just falling back more and more. The yo-yo emotions are pulling me down deeper and deeper. The severe depression is worsening as well as the anxiety. I shake at times and get panic attacks. It's so bad at times that I want to walk away at work, but then I'd be fired, especially since I don't have any sick time left. I have no options. I have no means to get to any food pantry. I have no means to get around. I can't even get down to my storage unit to pull some things out to sell. Obviously my life was headed this way and I haven't been able to stop the crash, or I didn't recognize the futility of what was going on. The sad thing is, as it has been the case for so many years now, is that each time there's a struggle and I'm finally out of the pothole, another one comes up. There's ALWAYS another one. That is not normal. I'm not talking about the inconveniences of normal life here and there that we as humans have to overcome. This is exponentially worse and much more critical than any other situation I've ever faced and some really took a great deal out of me. I have no means to fix this situation especially since it gets worse and everything I try to do just complicated everything more. I've tried so hard to survive all those years of damage from my family. All the psychology, spiritual, medical help I sought helped only so much. Doctors and medications can't fix this or the lasting damage from this. I'm hanging on and hanging on, but for what? It's time to stop it all before the obvious end of homelessness. I don't even have a car to live in. If this is a test, it's obvious I failed it long ago. I'm too old for this. I'm far from having my whole life ahead of me. All of my hopes, dreams, ambitions, things I tried to accomplish are long gone. The things that I really enjoyed and that really fit me were taken from me and not because of anything I did wrong. The things that brought me joy, happiness, peace, satisfaction, and a spark for life were ALL taken from me. There wasn't anything bad about them but for some reason I wasn't allowed to have anything that i liked. I worked with animals (especially horse), I did alot of photography (a music group back east used my photos on the back of their CD and inside a multifold pullout), I ran cameras for a local cable company back east and the producer favored me and said I was a natural and was so amazed that I never had any training, then he retired and his assistant took over and drove everyone out because he was a mean tyrant that no one could get along with. And the worst thing is that God gave me a great job that could have only come together by the grace of God...but He let someone who hated me take it away. I did nothing wrong. That crushed me! That's when my my deepest and darkest days proliferated. I drank, slept, withdrew from God. But, eventually, I stopped that stuff and was doing better with alot of mental help and was going back to church. But, for what? Eventually, the jobs just weren't coming and I did alot of landscaping work that I loved doing. I got an apprenticeship job for circuit boards - only fifteen out of three hundred people were selected. I thought God was smiling on me. Halfway through the apprenticeship everyone was evaluated. Eight people were cut from the fifteen - I was one of them. Crushed again. I never fully recovered from that first job loss at the hands of hateful manager. I thought the apprenticeship job (with an aerospace company) was a chance to get back on my feet again. But, nope! I then lost my house. I made some money off of the loss and was able to find a room to rent from someone. A friend invited me back east. I went and looked around, but it just didn't seem like it was going to work out for me - or, I was still stinging from the lost apprenticeship and losing my house, and even still feeling from the loss of a job that I knew God gave me. Then car issues with a vehicle I had for nineteen years and more than two hundred thousand miles. Suddenly it was one thing after another and because I lost my house, I had no credit. I ended up with three predatory loans that caused me a great deal of financial hardship. Then, I had everything fixed on the car and was so grateful, but then, the car just died on the road. I had no money left to put into it and certainly couldn't afford another predatory loan as I was still paying off the loans with a meager pt job of only twenty hours aweek. Also, during that time, I had to move again. Then a friend helped me out by giving me a car; the one I currently have. Unfortunately, this vehicle was worse. The engine had to be rebuilt, then other issues, including the front end needs serious work. It's too dangerous to drive. The friend (God bless her) paid for the engine rebuild. And now more car issues. I haven't even begun to be able to pay her back. In between vehicles, I to quit the other job because I couldn't get to work anymore. Now I work in a grocery store and am only making it to work through Lyft rides. I used to live in the neighborhood but had to move to where I'm at now because it was the most affordable place I could find. Even if I could find a cheaper place now that is closer to work, I don't have a car to move my stuff. That expense adds up quickly and is preventing me from being able to save any money. The car repairs are over two thousand dollars. It seems God is punishing me for not making that big move back east. And now here I am, much worse off then ever before and much closer to an end I never imagined would happen. But, the Bible says that God says, "Vengeance is mine." I guess I'm living that vengeance now. After all and everything, this is what I've sowed? But, even if I had gone back east, I still could have ended up this way as well. There's no hope left, not even the size of a mustard seed. One doesn't have to be real smart to see how this is going to end. I can't go through that end. There is only way to stop this flaming crash. My family would love knowing what's happening to me. They will find so much joy in my demise. They always resented anything good that I did or that happened to me. The disappointing thing about it is that it seems God is ok with their hatred towards me. I've never prayed for vengeance on them on my behalf. I've told you I've been praying every night for God to take me with my OSA, but obviously He won't. I keep looking back to the last, and most severe incident of late, back in October. I keep reminding God that He could have prevented all of this had I not recovered that time. I don't want to do it, but if God won't free me like that, then I have no choice. I've already gone longer than I've wanted to in all of this. There is no glory in hanging on and struggling on to an obvious end that means death anyway. (I actually thought about going for a walk in a severe thunderstorm last night, but with my luck, I probably would have survived a lightning strike but would have been permanently injured so then I would even be worse off!) I have no options or alternatives. For whatever reason(s), maybe this is God's will. I don't see how being the family sacrifice is going to do me any good, but maybe it will be good for my hateful family. But then again, I won't be around for them to hate anymore, but they will surely be ramping everything up and telling their friends, neighbors, and church members what a terrible person I was and how selfish I was for not considering their feelings. Ironic, huh? I not only praying at night. I am praying in the morning and throughout the day. I keep asking God to help me somehow or to just take me with my obstructive sleep apnea (OSA). But, since my prayer is not being answered, I have no choice but to do it myself.

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have.