Demonic Tech
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I wrote a lot just to missclick and close the tab, and now here I am writing this again, but in notepad this time, just to be sure.
I can't live anymore like this. If I wasn't so scared of death, didn't have Satan by my side, didn't have a war to win, who knows what I could have possibly done by now.
I have a new phobia, the kind of phobia that ruins your life. I have always been scared of heights and suffered from vertigo, but this reached it's almost-maximum level.
Usually you are scared of heights when you don't want to fall down, not up. And yes, now I'm also scared of falling up. This sounds pretty stupid right? It is stupid. Even I know it.
This is like agoraphobia but way worse. I panic the moment I step out of a closed place. Without a ceiling, I'm just terrified by falling in the sky, being so tall, so infinite.
Endless.
It's like fearing that gravity gets reversed.
I tried to avoid talking about it here because I tried to pretend that it wasn't real, but it didn't work. Today I had one of the worst episodes of this phobia.
I was carrying some stuff from a warehouse to another, i was there, right under the sky, I started panicking in front of my colleague. I had to walk near a fence to get a little of relief.
I am so much ashamed of this phobia... But I had to explain him why I was walking near a wall like a crackhead. Luckily he's not an asshole and didn't laugh at me.
When I reached my car (running, in order to stay the least time possible under the sky) to go home, I started crying, because this is not life, this is a nightmare.
This is a mental prison, and I am both the prisoner and the jailer. Especially since the lockdowns started, I'd enjoy so much to breath fresh air, to go out for a walk, I even started to work out, but now this limits me so much. I am not free of living like a decent human being, and I could not be angrier, because there is physically no one to limit my freedom.
It's just my mind that got fucked up years ago, after something happened to me (and it's only my fault), I kept developing phobias and forms of anxiety.
By the way, this is not the first time that my "normal" fear of heights gets upgraded. But I'll talk about that in a minute.
Ok... This is going to be long both to write and read, I hope someone of you will have the time and patience to do it. I feel like that if I don't explain everything since the beginning, this post won't be useful.
It happened 3 years and a month ago (circa). Let's say that probably a month ago was the 3rd anniversary of my mental problems. Oh, that's probably why this new phobia blew up in this
period. Good to know. Anyway, I was 17 at that time (I know that I should not give too much personal info, but I don't see any other way to tell this). My birthday is also very near.
Maybe it's better to not tell when it is, I don't know, if I post too much personal info maybe the post won't be accepted in order to protect me, and I need this post being posted and answered a lot, really really a lot... I'm starting to go off-topic. My bad.
I was saying, 3 years ago I literally ruined my life, at least my life between now and that period, and there is a 99.99% chance that it was all thanks to that wonderful substance that rappers enjoy so much and make their teenage listeners want to smoke. Marijuana dude! The drug that doesn't harm you! Goy, smoke weed everyday and ACAB!
I was a pothead too. I smoked almost twice a week. I didn't have any anxiety nor anything, I was a little happy NPC with it's meaningless problems.
Fuck... That day I wish I didn't smoke. Not that much at least. I wonder how my life would have went if that damn day I did not smoke.
That day I got a panic attack after smoking, which is something not even that rare, it can happen to everyone who smokes and most times it just goes away after a while and nothing happens.
I already got a couple of after-weed panic attacks before that, and they weren't such a big deal.
But this time, after I managed to get out of it... It just... kept returning. Usually, when you panic from weed, you have tachycardia. Congratulations Mr. Young Faith, you are now officially diagnosed with imaginary tachycardia. That's what happened to me. I started to feel tachycardia randomly, even the day after, it just didn't stop, I really thought I had it, until a heart doctor saw me and visited me. He told me that my heart was perfect. The hits in my chest that I felt were some systole, nothing harmful at all he said.
And now I know it's true, because after that visit I never got any particular problems with the "imaginary tachycardia".
But little did I know that my mind was already fucked up, and soon enough, it provided me a cool new thing to fear. A brain cancer phobia. Every headache I had, panic.
Everytime my head was spinning a bit, panic. That's why I did a cranial nerve exam or stuff like that. Pretty relaxing as exam. And now, the brain cancer phobia was "cured".
Since that day, my anxiety learned to not focus on one thing, but to just come and fuck me up every once in a while.
Meeting my girlfriend helped me a bit.
I forgot to say that the brain doctor gave me a little dose of xanax, really a little dose, luckily. It kinda helped, I guess? I did feel better, but I also didn't want to take it
anymore. I didn't trust that stuff.
When I stopped, I kept feeling almost good. The problem in the following years were mostly random panic attacks whenever I got some weird symptom of anything. It also happened recently,
when I caught shingles, AKA herpes zoster, what a pain it was. That's a disease that usually old people gets, or people under chemio.
This says a lot about my weakness.
So even if I got better, I still had my panic attacks every once in a while.
Then something awful happened. There it comes the first upgrade to my fear of heights.
Ever since I was a kid, I never had problems with taking an airplane. I was never scared of that. I always took it.
But that time, I got a panic attack on the plane, it was like being 100% sure that at any moment it would fall.
The next time I had to take a plane, I just got blocked in the airport by my anxiety, started crying, the plane left and I was there.
The road to the airport was like when a death row inmate walks towards the lethal injection. My mind was 100% sure that I would have died if I hopped on that plane.
Plane which of course, didn't fall.
I never took an airplane since that episode. I am too scared. Here goes my freedom to visit a lot of other countries. But I thought it wasn't a big deal since I didn't even like to travel that much. I could have lived without taking a plane anymore.
A little more than year ago, I met JoS once again (I already knew JoS since when I was 13, but my mom caught me and well the story is on my first ever post here).
To be completely honest, sometimes I feel like I didn't advance at all. Especially in these moments, in these days, where I show all my weakness to my phobias.
Of course I advanced, I woke up about the world, I started distinguishing beauty from shit, but spiritually I feel like I still can't do anything, the only thing I feel I can do kind of well is moving energy in my body and breathing it. I can't even go into trance, want to know why? Because of my fear of heights, lol. We all know that you have to "fall" to reach a state of trance. I can't fall, the moment I start falling I panic. It always has been like that, even when I tried the first times, almost 8 years ago. I wonder how I would be if I just kept being a Satanist for all those years.
Even if I feel like I didn't advance at all, I don't regret joining JoS, at all. It's the best thing I ever did. I have a goal now, I have a mission, I have hope...
I still remember what it feels like the "Joy of Satan", meaning that feeling of Joy when you get reunited with Father Satan... Beautiful.
But how can I fight the enemy when I have another enemy right in my mind, that doesn't even let me go out for a walk? It's overwhelming.
And here I am, it's been a month since my fear of heights, after stealing my ability to take a plan, stole my ability to be in the outside.
I could have maybe given up on taking a plane, but I can't give up on being outside... I'm a human, not a mole.
And I decided that I won't give up on taking a plane either, because I want to be free of any phobia. But I said this some days ago too, it's all cool talk but then I shit myself right as I step out of the house... These words mean nothing if I don't find a real solution to this...
But even if I find a solution, I have to fight my laziness too. If I want to heal my mind, I need to stop using the PC so much, especially since I already have to use it for 8 hours a day at my job, since I'm a programmer. Sometimes I feel like programming harms my mind. The problem is that I love programming and it feeds me.
Hopefully, someone of you just read this pitiful story of mine, and I hope someone can help me. I am very ashamed and sorry to show myself like this, but I have to.
I can't live anymore like this. If I wasn't so scared of death, didn't have Satan by my side, didn't have a war to win, who knows what I could have possibly done by now.
I have a new phobia, the kind of phobia that ruins your life. I have always been scared of heights and suffered from vertigo, but this reached it's almost-maximum level.
Usually you are scared of heights when you don't want to fall down, not up. And yes, now I'm also scared of falling up. This sounds pretty stupid right? It is stupid. Even I know it.
This is like agoraphobia but way worse. I panic the moment I step out of a closed place. Without a ceiling, I'm just terrified by falling in the sky, being so tall, so infinite.
Endless.
It's like fearing that gravity gets reversed.
I tried to avoid talking about it here because I tried to pretend that it wasn't real, but it didn't work. Today I had one of the worst episodes of this phobia.
I was carrying some stuff from a warehouse to another, i was there, right under the sky, I started panicking in front of my colleague. I had to walk near a fence to get a little of relief.
I am so much ashamed of this phobia... But I had to explain him why I was walking near a wall like a crackhead. Luckily he's not an asshole and didn't laugh at me.
When I reached my car (running, in order to stay the least time possible under the sky) to go home, I started crying, because this is not life, this is a nightmare.
This is a mental prison, and I am both the prisoner and the jailer. Especially since the lockdowns started, I'd enjoy so much to breath fresh air, to go out for a walk, I even started to work out, but now this limits me so much. I am not free of living like a decent human being, and I could not be angrier, because there is physically no one to limit my freedom.
It's just my mind that got fucked up years ago, after something happened to me (and it's only my fault), I kept developing phobias and forms of anxiety.
By the way, this is not the first time that my "normal" fear of heights gets upgraded. But I'll talk about that in a minute.
Ok... This is going to be long both to write and read, I hope someone of you will have the time and patience to do it. I feel like that if I don't explain everything since the beginning, this post won't be useful.
It happened 3 years and a month ago (circa). Let's say that probably a month ago was the 3rd anniversary of my mental problems. Oh, that's probably why this new phobia blew up in this
period. Good to know. Anyway, I was 17 at that time (I know that I should not give too much personal info, but I don't see any other way to tell this). My birthday is also very near.
Maybe it's better to not tell when it is, I don't know, if I post too much personal info maybe the post won't be accepted in order to protect me, and I need this post being posted and answered a lot, really really a lot... I'm starting to go off-topic. My bad.
I was saying, 3 years ago I literally ruined my life, at least my life between now and that period, and there is a 99.99% chance that it was all thanks to that wonderful substance that rappers enjoy so much and make their teenage listeners want to smoke. Marijuana dude! The drug that doesn't harm you! Goy, smoke weed everyday and ACAB!
I was a pothead too. I smoked almost twice a week. I didn't have any anxiety nor anything, I was a little happy NPC with it's meaningless problems.
Fuck... That day I wish I didn't smoke. Not that much at least. I wonder how my life would have went if that damn day I did not smoke.
That day I got a panic attack after smoking, which is something not even that rare, it can happen to everyone who smokes and most times it just goes away after a while and nothing happens.
I already got a couple of after-weed panic attacks before that, and they weren't such a big deal.
But this time, after I managed to get out of it... It just... kept returning. Usually, when you panic from weed, you have tachycardia. Congratulations Mr. Young Faith, you are now officially diagnosed with imaginary tachycardia. That's what happened to me. I started to feel tachycardia randomly, even the day after, it just didn't stop, I really thought I had it, until a heart doctor saw me and visited me. He told me that my heart was perfect. The hits in my chest that I felt were some systole, nothing harmful at all he said.
And now I know it's true, because after that visit I never got any particular problems with the "imaginary tachycardia".
But little did I know that my mind was already fucked up, and soon enough, it provided me a cool new thing to fear. A brain cancer phobia. Every headache I had, panic.
Everytime my head was spinning a bit, panic. That's why I did a cranial nerve exam or stuff like that. Pretty relaxing as exam. And now, the brain cancer phobia was "cured".
Since that day, my anxiety learned to not focus on one thing, but to just come and fuck me up every once in a while.
Meeting my girlfriend helped me a bit.
I forgot to say that the brain doctor gave me a little dose of xanax, really a little dose, luckily. It kinda helped, I guess? I did feel better, but I also didn't want to take it
anymore. I didn't trust that stuff.
When I stopped, I kept feeling almost good. The problem in the following years were mostly random panic attacks whenever I got some weird symptom of anything. It also happened recently,
when I caught shingles, AKA herpes zoster, what a pain it was. That's a disease that usually old people gets, or people under chemio.
This says a lot about my weakness.
So even if I got better, I still had my panic attacks every once in a while.
Then something awful happened. There it comes the first upgrade to my fear of heights.
Ever since I was a kid, I never had problems with taking an airplane. I was never scared of that. I always took it.
But that time, I got a panic attack on the plane, it was like being 100% sure that at any moment it would fall.
The next time I had to take a plane, I just got blocked in the airport by my anxiety, started crying, the plane left and I was there.
The road to the airport was like when a death row inmate walks towards the lethal injection. My mind was 100% sure that I would have died if I hopped on that plane.
Plane which of course, didn't fall.
I never took an airplane since that episode. I am too scared. Here goes my freedom to visit a lot of other countries. But I thought it wasn't a big deal since I didn't even like to travel that much. I could have lived without taking a plane anymore.
A little more than year ago, I met JoS once again (I already knew JoS since when I was 13, but my mom caught me and well the story is on my first ever post here).
To be completely honest, sometimes I feel like I didn't advance at all. Especially in these moments, in these days, where I show all my weakness to my phobias.
Of course I advanced, I woke up about the world, I started distinguishing beauty from shit, but spiritually I feel like I still can't do anything, the only thing I feel I can do kind of well is moving energy in my body and breathing it. I can't even go into trance, want to know why? Because of my fear of heights, lol. We all know that you have to "fall" to reach a state of trance. I can't fall, the moment I start falling I panic. It always has been like that, even when I tried the first times, almost 8 years ago. I wonder how I would be if I just kept being a Satanist for all those years.
Even if I feel like I didn't advance at all, I don't regret joining JoS, at all. It's the best thing I ever did. I have a goal now, I have a mission, I have hope...
I still remember what it feels like the "Joy of Satan", meaning that feeling of Joy when you get reunited with Father Satan... Beautiful.
But how can I fight the enemy when I have another enemy right in my mind, that doesn't even let me go out for a walk? It's overwhelming.
And here I am, it's been a month since my fear of heights, after stealing my ability to take a plan, stole my ability to be in the outside.
I could have maybe given up on taking a plane, but I can't give up on being outside... I'm a human, not a mole.
And I decided that I won't give up on taking a plane either, because I want to be free of any phobia. But I said this some days ago too, it's all cool talk but then I shit myself right as I step out of the house... These words mean nothing if I don't find a real solution to this...
But even if I find a solution, I have to fight my laziness too. If I want to heal my mind, I need to stop using the PC so much, especially since I already have to use it for 8 hours a day at my job, since I'm a programmer. Sometimes I feel like programming harms my mind. The problem is that I love programming and it feeds me.
Hopefully, someone of you just read this pitiful story of mine, and I hope someone can help me. I am very ashamed and sorry to show myself like this, but I have to.