I'm not sure where to start here, not even sure I should be writing this here, I don't like to share my feelings, and thoughts or what's going on with life because either people will not get it, or don't care at all, and that's okay, everyone has their on problems to care for. I should probably seek professional advice from a psychiatrist, but again, I don't feel like sharing my thoughts. I come here as a last resort. I know you guys will understand what I'm going through, to some extent anyway...
When I found the JoS, 12 years ago, I found hope I could improve my life, what I was reading was almost too good to be true, I thought that just maybe I could bring some light to my life, maybe get rid of the void and cold dark emptiness inside me, if that makes sense...that's how I feel. I had the tools to fight the depression and social anxiety /fobia and everything related to those conditions... That has haunted me most of my life. And I'm pretty sure I was at some point connected with the Gods and the Cause, I was meditating and doing my job in the spiritual warfare, trying to live healthy and whatnot, but at some point I couldn't handle the pressure anymore, was it work, was it the struggles of life, my own weaknesses, finances. Whatever it was, It build up and I just gave up, I kind of stopped believing in the Cause, in the Gods, not that they had anything to do with it, but I couldn't believe in myself, so I gave up on everything... back where I started in my own emptiness. I kind of renounced Satan, which some years later I did regret for obvious reasons, I apologized, tried again, but life was never the same as before, was never able to get back to that level, I've lost count to the times I stopped meditating got back into the self destructive routine of weed, disguised as a relief for the hopelessness. Just to get slapped again by reality, try again, fail, repeat. This keeps going on and on and on, and I just want to break that cycle. I recently gave up trying, decided I would not care anymore, and I would bury my head in weed and pretend I'm just as dumb as anyone else, which I end up being anyway. Yet here I am again, trying for the 1000th time, to achieve some sort of progress. Some would say its a sign of strength to fall so many times yet keeping trying to get back up. I used too.... At this point, I don't think so. Been way too many times. I'm tired. Exhausted.
At this point, I'm pretty sure no one is listening, I'm not even sure what to believe in these days. I want to believe and I do know, from my own research and experience, that there is nothing in the world that makes more sense than Satanism, even if it looks like an Utopia, a fantasy... Too good to be true. But I know, it's real, and I have connected in the past.
But nothing seems to last long. Except the suffering. One time in despair, I pulled the trigger, and the gun jammed, it didn't go through. I wasn't thinking about suicide I was just so mad and sad and in such despair that I got the gun and pointed to my head and pulled the trigger, though I am super confused about anything in life, I like to believe it was some sort of divine intervention. Not that I believe I am worthy of such intervention, not anymore, anyway... I'm pretty sure no one is listening anymore, and I don't blame them, really. It was always known that Satan only helps those who help him, and themselves. But that gun never jammed before. And never jammed again. So I don't know, maybe I'm not done in this world.
I know all about suicide, I wouldn't do it consciously, what I am afraid is one of these days, I'm gonna be so blinded by anguish, that I might do something wrong. I want to live, I want to experience life to the fullest, I wanna grow a family, and I want to break this endless cycle of destruction, I feel like crap smoking these chemicals to get some temporary relief of some sort, I know it hurts more than it helps. And I will pay that price one day. I know it's more than an addiction, what's troubling me, I feel there's something wrong deep within my soul, this depression, and anxiety is getting old, I can't sleep properly (without weed, sleep medicine, whatever) I can't make friends, haven't had a girlfriend in so many years, I could always feel something wrong within, and at some point, I think I was close to overcome it. When I was meditating. Long time ago. But right now, I just don't have the energy... I'm definitely not in a relaxing mood. I feel like I could explode any second now...if something would trigger it. A feeling, a memory, anything..
I know ultimately no one can do anything for me, it's my own mind that has to solve this.
I feel insane. But I don't want to expose myself to a psychologist, or a psychiatrist, waste a lot of money just to get some more chemicals in my brain that may or may not help. Or make my brain worse than it already is...
I am sorry for the long text, I am not trying to get your sympathy or your pity, just trying to put things into perspective. So you know where I'm coming from. I'm just.. One last time trying to figure it out, trying to find someone would be kind enough to share their experience , just point me in the right direction if there is one at all... Not that anyone has any obligation, to help the next guy... I always thought this was a path you go through alone.... But..
Is there anyone out there who has gone through the same? Should I see a doctor before it's too late?
Is it too late to be connected to Satan or have I done irreparable damage?
Is there a way out of this?
When I found the JoS, 12 years ago, I found hope I could improve my life, what I was reading was almost too good to be true, I thought that just maybe I could bring some light to my life, maybe get rid of the void and cold dark emptiness inside me, if that makes sense...that's how I feel. I had the tools to fight the depression and social anxiety /fobia and everything related to those conditions... That has haunted me most of my life. And I'm pretty sure I was at some point connected with the Gods and the Cause, I was meditating and doing my job in the spiritual warfare, trying to live healthy and whatnot, but at some point I couldn't handle the pressure anymore, was it work, was it the struggles of life, my own weaknesses, finances. Whatever it was, It build up and I just gave up, I kind of stopped believing in the Cause, in the Gods, not that they had anything to do with it, but I couldn't believe in myself, so I gave up on everything... back where I started in my own emptiness. I kind of renounced Satan, which some years later I did regret for obvious reasons, I apologized, tried again, but life was never the same as before, was never able to get back to that level, I've lost count to the times I stopped meditating got back into the self destructive routine of weed, disguised as a relief for the hopelessness. Just to get slapped again by reality, try again, fail, repeat. This keeps going on and on and on, and I just want to break that cycle. I recently gave up trying, decided I would not care anymore, and I would bury my head in weed and pretend I'm just as dumb as anyone else, which I end up being anyway. Yet here I am again, trying for the 1000th time, to achieve some sort of progress. Some would say its a sign of strength to fall so many times yet keeping trying to get back up. I used too.... At this point, I don't think so. Been way too many times. I'm tired. Exhausted.
At this point, I'm pretty sure no one is listening, I'm not even sure what to believe in these days. I want to believe and I do know, from my own research and experience, that there is nothing in the world that makes more sense than Satanism, even if it looks like an Utopia, a fantasy... Too good to be true. But I know, it's real, and I have connected in the past.
But nothing seems to last long. Except the suffering. One time in despair, I pulled the trigger, and the gun jammed, it didn't go through. I wasn't thinking about suicide I was just so mad and sad and in such despair that I got the gun and pointed to my head and pulled the trigger, though I am super confused about anything in life, I like to believe it was some sort of divine intervention. Not that I believe I am worthy of such intervention, not anymore, anyway... I'm pretty sure no one is listening anymore, and I don't blame them, really. It was always known that Satan only helps those who help him, and themselves. But that gun never jammed before. And never jammed again. So I don't know, maybe I'm not done in this world.
I know all about suicide, I wouldn't do it consciously, what I am afraid is one of these days, I'm gonna be so blinded by anguish, that I might do something wrong. I want to live, I want to experience life to the fullest, I wanna grow a family, and I want to break this endless cycle of destruction, I feel like crap smoking these chemicals to get some temporary relief of some sort, I know it hurts more than it helps. And I will pay that price one day. I know it's more than an addiction, what's troubling me, I feel there's something wrong deep within my soul, this depression, and anxiety is getting old, I can't sleep properly (without weed, sleep medicine, whatever) I can't make friends, haven't had a girlfriend in so many years, I could always feel something wrong within, and at some point, I think I was close to overcome it. When I was meditating. Long time ago. But right now, I just don't have the energy... I'm definitely not in a relaxing mood. I feel like I could explode any second now...if something would trigger it. A feeling, a memory, anything..
I know ultimately no one can do anything for me, it's my own mind that has to solve this.
I feel insane. But I don't want to expose myself to a psychologist, or a psychiatrist, waste a lot of money just to get some more chemicals in my brain that may or may not help. Or make my brain worse than it already is...
I am sorry for the long text, I am not trying to get your sympathy or your pity, just trying to put things into perspective. So you know where I'm coming from. I'm just.. One last time trying to figure it out, trying to find someone would be kind enough to share their experience , just point me in the right direction if there is one at all... Not that anyone has any obligation, to help the next guy... I always thought this was a path you go through alone.... But..
Is there anyone out there who has gone through the same? Should I see a doctor before it's too late?
Is it too late to be connected to Satan or have I done irreparable damage?
Is there a way out of this?