To start off, I hope to keep all of this and my story private and protected. I will be changing some names, but that is all.
I struggled a lot in my middle years. There was just a lot of drama going on. At school and at home. It seemed wherever I went, I couldn't escape the pressure...the reality. I had friend troubles, boy troubles, parent troubles; whom had been divorced a while before that, and just so much more.
I had a severe anxiety disorder, as well as a slight case of OCD, followed by depression. As of right now, I am suffering through some major anxiety and depression. Which cannot be explained right away, and even when I do get arund to telling you, I still won't get it right.
My fear was "How am Iever going to get through this year?", and at times, I aaround I felt like just letting all those scary things go, and I wanted to be with Jesus. I wanted to have no suffering, no hurt. But, each and every time, that I begged the Lord, he said to me, "My child, you were put on this earth for a reason and you will stay here until your time comes". I felt like my time was then; now. I was mentally and emotially exhaused from everything, but I discovered so many true and inspiring pieces throughout this stressful, incredibly difficult time. Things that truly told me that I belong. Where-I do not know, but I believe that one day-I will. I will.
Please no offensive comments, just joyful, sweet, and symathetic ones. Ones that will make you smile, and many others. Because, that-is what we deserve.
"I feel like I'm going in circles. Like I'm stuck in a cycle and I can't seem to claw my way out of. It's feels like when I found my religion again I started grieving.
Like all the things I've ever held in and ignored through others things are finally spilling out of me. It's something I need: to grieve but it's also scary because I've always ignored things for so long and lived with this self-loathing, ice hardening mask that it became a part of me. It isn't who I want to be though. I was heading down a soul damning path. Turning into someone I feared deep inside: Someone unworthy of love, being hugged gently by my parents -both earth and heaven one - Someone that deserved to rot in hell because Heaven is too good for me. I was worse than others. I felt numb, like no one else's sin compared to mines. Conceited huh? But it was like...God used that feeling - that fear I had of the end coming and going to hell - to bring me back to him. "