Depression, Faith, Selfishness, and Other Things
PostPosted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 7:21 pm
*I'm not really sure how to convey everything that's been going on in my life for quite some time. I guess I'll just simplify things and start by saying that I'm never happy. I think I have pretty radical mood changes throughout the day, and though I might have those "manic" highs, the lows are really entrenched in my existence. After a lot of self-reflection and googling, I've convinced myself that I have a lot of a psychological conditions over these past several years of seemingly endless misery and mediocrity. But lately it's becoming really clear to me that if nothing else, I'm very depressed, and there may be a lot more to the story. I've strongly believed that I may have borderline personality disorder for instance, as well as obsessive compulsive disorder. I'm not really sure what to think about any of those and other possibilities at this point. I'm not really sure I know myself all that well any more, if I ever knew at all. That makes it all the harder to try and describe what's wrong to anyone.
I was going to try and dig really deep and spill my heart out into this post, but, again, I don't think I know how, and part of me wonders if I would only be doing that for attention or something. That's not why I'm writing this thread, I think, but that's another thing that's been bothering me. My actions and intentions have not always been fully sincere, including things involivng my faith. Don't know how to go into detail about that, but it's safe to assume that those Bible verses about hypocrites and people who try to appear holy for their own sake apply embarrasingly to me. Even now, after not having been in Church for so long, I still try to save face with many to play the part of "good Christian." I know there are some here who may believe there is no such thing, but I do (they're called saints after they've left this world) and I am not one of them, but my arrogance says otherwise. Even as I type this, I wonder if I'm putting on the "repentance" face too strongly. That's my method of operation, probably. It's weird when the way your pride manifests itself is in false humility and religious practices for the wrong reasons, but I think I've sometimes done that.
What's worse than not always being humble about my faith is abandoning it, and I've also done that in cycles for years. Now it's gotten worse than it's ever been. For quite a long while now there have been days and moments where I simply stopped believing in God at all, much less practicing my faith. I want to go back to a time where I can believe again, but I just can't. Somewhere in my continuous moments of suffering and wallowing in self-pity I let go. Some people relay that when they become Atheists they experience a great relief; that a great weight is lifted off their shoulders. Maybe that is so for them, but it is not so for me. Belief is not something I let go of willingly or happily. It is more like a cruel reality I've never wanted to accept-- that this world is actually terrible and inherently meaningless, and I am nothing more than common, everyday, genetically inferior trash trapped within it. The honest thought that I only bother going on living because I have to (since it would destroy other people's lives if I commited suicide) has been in my mind lately. I don't recall ever feeling quite like this before and I don't like it.
While we're on the subject of my sins, I should at least breifly mention my "mature prayer topic" purity issues. I've always had a problem in this area, and it only gets worse. Only now, just like I've lost the will to believe, and I've lost the will to fight against lust. I'll leave it at that.
I hate the people I'm supposed to love, yet I can reveal my deepest darkest secrets to strangers, like in this post. I'm always angry, often explosively and with no regard for the appropiate level for the situation. I'm never at peace, especially as I lie awake at night. I'm never truly happy any more, yet I can remember a very real time when I frequented Mass that I was happy. I could probably ramble on and on. I'm so **** off, depressed, unsatisfied, and empty. This must be what Hell is like, and I truly believe that if I were to die today, that is where I would go if there is a just God. I'm not trying to be mellowdramatic in this post. I'm just trying to be genuine.
So, I know this may be a TL;DR type of post, but I hope some of you read it, get a bit of a feel for the real, ugly me, and pray for me. This is only scratching the surface of the awful things I've been feeling, probably because I don't usually talk about it. I want to "come back" and genuinely change. I can't do it alone.
To sum up my intentions:
1.) That I work on myself and get help for depression and anything else
2.) That I come to believe, and act on that belief sincerely
3.) That I become a better, more well-rounded person that can seek to help others rather than simply wallow in self-pity
I was going to try and dig really deep and spill my heart out into this post, but, again, I don't think I know how, and part of me wonders if I would only be doing that for attention or something. That's not why I'm writing this thread, I think, but that's another thing that's been bothering me. My actions and intentions have not always been fully sincere, including things involivng my faith. Don't know how to go into detail about that, but it's safe to assume that those Bible verses about hypocrites and people who try to appear holy for their own sake apply embarrasingly to me. Even now, after not having been in Church for so long, I still try to save face with many to play the part of "good Christian." I know there are some here who may believe there is no such thing, but I do (they're called saints after they've left this world) and I am not one of them, but my arrogance says otherwise. Even as I type this, I wonder if I'm putting on the "repentance" face too strongly. That's my method of operation, probably. It's weird when the way your pride manifests itself is in false humility and religious practices for the wrong reasons, but I think I've sometimes done that.
What's worse than not always being humble about my faith is abandoning it, and I've also done that in cycles for years. Now it's gotten worse than it's ever been. For quite a long while now there have been days and moments where I simply stopped believing in God at all, much less practicing my faith. I want to go back to a time where I can believe again, but I just can't. Somewhere in my continuous moments of suffering and wallowing in self-pity I let go. Some people relay that when they become Atheists they experience a great relief; that a great weight is lifted off their shoulders. Maybe that is so for them, but it is not so for me. Belief is not something I let go of willingly or happily. It is more like a cruel reality I've never wanted to accept-- that this world is actually terrible and inherently meaningless, and I am nothing more than common, everyday, genetically inferior trash trapped within it. The honest thought that I only bother going on living because I have to (since it would destroy other people's lives if I commited suicide) has been in my mind lately. I don't recall ever feeling quite like this before and I don't like it.
While we're on the subject of my sins, I should at least breifly mention my "mature prayer topic" purity issues. I've always had a problem in this area, and it only gets worse. Only now, just like I've lost the will to believe, and I've lost the will to fight against lust. I'll leave it at that.
I hate the people I'm supposed to love, yet I can reveal my deepest darkest secrets to strangers, like in this post. I'm always angry, often explosively and with no regard for the appropiate level for the situation. I'm never at peace, especially as I lie awake at night. I'm never truly happy any more, yet I can remember a very real time when I frequented Mass that I was happy. I could probably ramble on and on. I'm so **** off, depressed, unsatisfied, and empty. This must be what Hell is like, and I truly believe that if I were to die today, that is where I would go if there is a just God. I'm not trying to be mellowdramatic in this post. I'm just trying to be genuine.
So, I know this may be a TL;DR type of post, but I hope some of you read it, get a bit of a feel for the real, ugly me, and pray for me. This is only scratching the surface of the awful things I've been feeling, probably because I don't usually talk about it. I want to "come back" and genuinely change. I can't do it alone.
To sum up my intentions:
1.) That I work on myself and get help for depression and anything else
2.) That I come to believe, and act on that belief sincerely
3.) That I become a better, more well-rounded person that can seek to help others rather than simply wallow in self-pity