Anonymous
Beloved of All
I can't do this anymore. My car's been broken down now for seven months. My bank account is drained. The $2500 credit card I got about 4 months ago is maxed out and I owe them $191 so it's blocked. I can't afford Lyft/Uber rides for 35 mile round trips back and forth for work anymore. < two hundred dollars in my bank account; not enough for next 3 days of work. I have no choice but to call in sick to work for 2 days but I don't have sixteen hours of sick leave which means it will be a hit on my paycheck next week, if I'm still here. Prayers aren't being answered. Sometimes, for whatever reasons, prayers just don't get answered. The best prayer for me right now is for you all (and your AI) to pray that I will finally succumb to my sleep apnea. That will be the best thing because living this way is really just dying - the sooner, the better. The gator didn't get me when I was five...it figures. That gator could have saved me from all this **** from the last six years (and more). What's the point? Is this God's way to punish someone before they die? We're going to get punished again on Judgement Day. I believe in miracles but just because one does it doesn't mean one will get any. Maybe I've used up my "miracle quota". My depression, anxiety, bipolarism, and the PTSD are uncontrollable now. I get panic attacks throughout the day and when I'm at work I have to go into the bathroom to escape for awhile. I don't know why heaven abandons those of us who suffer with aforementioned emotional issues. This feels like one great emotional breakdown that worsens the longer it goes on. There's no pulling out of it. I'm falling apart and calling out in constant prayers throughout the day. Everyday is a struggle just to get out of bed. I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP ANOTHER DAY! If God had any mercy left for me then He would at least grant me that so that I don't I don't have to end it all myself. But, I'm not the only one who suffers with these emotional defects that we, who are afflicted, haven't done anything to cause; they were imposed and imprinted upon us. It's all a byproduct of our toxic, hyper dysfunctional and volatile family upbringing. The sad truth is that there's never any cure. How is it decide which child gets punished for their father's (and/or mother's) sins? The Bible says these sins cause damage and penalties for generations. That's like whipping the least favored child just so the favored one doesn't get punished. Even Christians, as we all are humans, can only be pushed around, beaten down and chewed up for so long. I cried out "uncle" years ago! Are we not allowed to say, "Hey, I don't want to play this game anymore!"? It feels like I'm sinking in quick sand with a straight jacket on and cinder blocks strapped on my feet and I'm sunk up to my nostrils. Please Lord, just push me under and get it over with! I miss the days when people called me "The Animal Whisperer", but mostly affectionately called me "The Horse Whisperer". Those days were taken away from me eleven years ago. The things that I enjoyed the most and that fit me the best were rudely taken away from me and each time left me dumbfounded and wondering what the h*** did I do that was so bad. Someone from out of the blue that I used to work with a few years ago texted me tonight saying he hasn't heard from me in a long time and was wondering if I was okay. I don't want to reply because I don't want to have to explain anything. This s*** has been going on and on and on and just won't stop like "the runs". My last 2 days off I spent mostly in bed. I'm too embarrassed to be seen outside. Since I'm currently "living" in a hotel/motel, I placed an envelope on the night stand labeled "In Case of Emergency" for hotel staff or emergency personnel. In it I have just one number listed to call; it's really just a note to call my niece. She's the only family member I can trust. I remember the morning of 911 when the Pentagon got hit as I was working just five miles away - now adays, I think about that day and kind of wish I was on that plane. I'm so distraught and despondent that a death like that seems so fitting for me, especially since the gator failed. I'm dragging on. What's the point?! There's nothing in my power to change things for the better. EVERYTHING I do just backfires and makes EVERYTHING worse. I was just thinking this past weekend that I can't remember the last time I really got to enjoy a holiday celebration as Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter because for 15 years or more, mine were spent alone. I was the one in the family who wrote poetry in my Christmas/Thanksgiving/Easter cards and many times I created my own...but, just like the animals and the good and fitting things I used to do, those days were taken away long ago. I used to love Christmas and Thanksgiving but now they just remind me just how alone and isolated I've been cursed to be. Bible says that everyone is loved unconditionally, well, it seems to me that when someone has been cursed to be alone and unloved the majority of their life and by their family, then that's a pretty good indication that one is not loved by heaven, providence, life, the stars, and sadly, even God (for whatever reason). I'm not belittling God or Jesus, but it just seems that for some, Christian or not, there are those who will never be loved or will have love taken away from them. Bottom line, just pray for my apnea to finally take me. Being alive is one thing, but being alive and not being allowed to live, is a death sentence. Being alive doesn't always begat living. I was rendered lifeless within long ago in my childhood before I was even aware of my own autonomy. My mother told me I was a rough breech birth...too bad I physically survived. In a way, the moment I was born was the moment I died.
