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What's my purpose? I've been asking and asking and asking God to please please please communicate to me somehow what ever it is that he wants me to do with my life.
After a couple jobs, going to a secular college and dropping out to move to New Mexico, having plans fall through over there and being forced to move back in with my parents, developing clinical depression and trying to self medicate with drugs, hitting rock bottom and crying out to Jesus and turning my life and will over to him, I'm still here... being worthless... not having any direction... killing time...
My heart's cry to God is "Please take me home."
I seriously don't know what my purpose is. It's like I can't hear God....
I frequently fantasize about falling asleep in my bed and waking up in heaven.... or accidentally crashing my car... or being hit by an 18-wheeler in a freak accident... or falling off my roof one day while cleaning the gutters.......
Counseling isn't helping because I feel waaaay to uncomfortable sharing these things with my counselor because I don't want to get him depressed like I am.
I seriously feel extremely unsatisfied with everything.
I liked making pottery in High School.... but I was too busy getting high to kill my depression to build any skills....
I really feel like a worthless piece of junk... I know I know "God doesn't make junk blah blah blah" yeah, doesn't change anything over here.... They're just empty words to me.... everything is empty to me. I seriously can't handle this depression much longer. I've tried everything to cope, drugs, anti-depressants, massage, counseling (been to plenty of that), therapy, food, shopping, praying, reading the Bible, praying some more, begging God, PLEADING with God.... It's like he doesn't want to listen to little Dorothy over here.... It's like he's to busy with the UNIVERSE to pay attention to the little details that make up the big picture that is my life.... I can't even bring myself to share Christ with anyone because I'm having such a hard time experiencing him myself.....
I just... I just want to die.... I want to cease existence. I really truly wish I was never born.... I truly wish my soul never came into existence.
I have severe anxiety of the work place. My last job I had I ended up leaving because I can't stand having to perform for people (I was a waitress) I can't stand it when my income depends on whether or not I add up to the expectations of customers. I would leave work every day all sweaty and with my heart pounding and would cry all the way home. I just want to be able to make it while trying my best you know? Just accept me for who I am... PLEASE!
I HATE this!!! I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!!
TAKE ME AWAY GOD. I HATE THIS!!! I HATE IT!!! I NEED A CHANGE!!! YOU PROMISED YOU'D BE WITH ME UNTIL THE END OF THE AGE!! YOU PROMISED ME I COULD DO ANYTHING THROUGH THE STRENGTH OF YOUR SON!!! WHY DOESN'T HIS STRENGTH COME TO MY AID WHEN I NEED IT!?! AM I NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH!?!
Your prayers would be appreciated who ever reads this... I'm a complete mess.
After a couple jobs, going to a secular college and dropping out to move to New Mexico, having plans fall through over there and being forced to move back in with my parents, developing clinical depression and trying to self medicate with drugs, hitting rock bottom and crying out to Jesus and turning my life and will over to him, I'm still here... being worthless... not having any direction... killing time...
My heart's cry to God is "Please take me home."
I seriously don't know what my purpose is. It's like I can't hear God....
I frequently fantasize about falling asleep in my bed and waking up in heaven.... or accidentally crashing my car... or being hit by an 18-wheeler in a freak accident... or falling off my roof one day while cleaning the gutters.......
Counseling isn't helping because I feel waaaay to uncomfortable sharing these things with my counselor because I don't want to get him depressed like I am.
I seriously feel extremely unsatisfied with everything.
I liked making pottery in High School.... but I was too busy getting high to kill my depression to build any skills....
I really feel like a worthless piece of junk... I know I know "God doesn't make junk blah blah blah" yeah, doesn't change anything over here.... They're just empty words to me.... everything is empty to me. I seriously can't handle this depression much longer. I've tried everything to cope, drugs, anti-depressants, massage, counseling (been to plenty of that), therapy, food, shopping, praying, reading the Bible, praying some more, begging God, PLEADING with God.... It's like he doesn't want to listen to little Dorothy over here.... It's like he's to busy with the UNIVERSE to pay attention to the little details that make up the big picture that is my life.... I can't even bring myself to share Christ with anyone because I'm having such a hard time experiencing him myself.....
I just... I just want to die.... I want to cease existence. I really truly wish I was never born.... I truly wish my soul never came into existence.
I have severe anxiety of the work place. My last job I had I ended up leaving because I can't stand having to perform for people (I was a waitress) I can't stand it when my income depends on whether or not I add up to the expectations of customers. I would leave work every day all sweaty and with my heart pounding and would cry all the way home. I just want to be able to make it while trying my best you know? Just accept me for who I am... PLEASE!
I HATE this!!! I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!!
TAKE ME AWAY GOD. I HATE THIS!!! I HATE IT!!! I NEED A CHANGE!!! YOU PROMISED YOU'D BE WITH ME UNTIL THE END OF THE AGE!! YOU PROMISED ME I COULD DO ANYTHING THROUGH THE STRENGTH OF YOUR SON!!! WHY DOESN'T HIS STRENGTH COME TO MY AID WHEN I NEED IT!?! AM I NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH!?!
Your prayers would be appreciated who ever reads this... I'm a complete mess.