luna6illian
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I have been gone from this site for quite some time, been in college as I've mentioned here before and dealing with other things.
I won't "pussy foot" around, I need help. Recently I was driven to suicide, my mother who is a Jehovah Witness has hounded on me due to my mental illness of Depression. Now, I hadn't had many suicidal thoughts in my head, other than the occasional my life is pointless what will I do thoughts I was relatively content. Then I was in a car accident.
My mother was driving down the highway, me in the passenger seat, going about 60 mph. There was construction and a car was stopped ahead of us, I see it and tell her to slow down but she's staring out my window and bam. Black out. Air bag. Boom, I'm asleep. When I wake up I'm being pulled out of my mom's ruined truck, a bit cut up, and see the car she hit is reduced to a crumbled sheet on the opposite side of the road. Well, turns out the crash messed up my head, and in simple terms "rattled the control panel where the emotions are in the brain"
Due to my mother's own ignorance, I almost died and my mind reverted back to a state of fear and self hatred. I was as I was before satanism. And, sadly, that means I was afraid of everything and everyone and I felt no one could help me, including Father Himself. I, as shameful as it is, was afraid he would be ashamed of me as my mother had told me she was shortly after the accident. I was afraid he'd abandoned me for allowing me to be injured and miss so much of my life. Due to the accident I failed my first semester of college and now I have decided to leave school for awhile. But the pain of going through months of this made me think that He hated me like my mother did.
So, I took my own life. My mother had shouted and screamed at me previously for something I don't remember after this accident, and I took my painkillers and let myself overdose. I didn't have my own mother's love, no love for myself, and felt Father didn't love me as well. Then I'm in a hospital and the same night I'm put into a mental hospital. Horrible place no privacy, no soft beds, no iPads, no shoes. But I got medication and I got out early for good behavior.
I'd missed so much. My mother cries now blaming herself, as she should, and I cannot care about her tears and shame when she didn't care of my own. But now I'm still afraid. I sometimes get the thoughts of suicide, but my therapist and my medication are supposed to keep me "under control" and not harm myself.
I say all of this because I have no one else to tell, and because I need aid in terms of being a Spiritual Satanist. That accident left me damaged in my head and now I'm afraid of just about everything, I'm sad, angry, questioning, confused, and feel like I'm alone. I know Father is always with me, I just don't feel it anymore like I used to and just feel like I have let Him down. To me, being told you are a disappointment is the worst thing you can say to someone. I don't want to be a disappointment to Him, and my mother, and myself on top of it. I couldn't live with myself, I'd have nothing to live for without His love.
I guess I'm just asking for guidance, I don't remember some things and I am afraid to try and speak to Father or my guardian after being unable to for so long. I'm afraid of everything when I didn't used to be. And I know enemy angles and Jews feed off of our fear, that much I do remember, and I don't want them to feast on that even though I'm sure they already have.
I want assurance I suppose, to reach out to people so I know I'm not alone, so I know I'm not the only one who doesn't know everything, that I'm not prefect and it's okay. My mother, she expects perfection in her eyes and in the eyes of her fucking god, despite the mistakes she has made. She kills me and has not so much as apologized for it. I just want to know it's okay to make mistakes.
I am going to meditate tonight, even though I'm terrified, and I know I'll be vulnerable. I just need answers, to know if I'm okay, if I'm not okay, if I'm being hunted or if my luck is simply running out.
I'm sorry for telling a life story, I just have no one else to tell. I have no friends out here in this world, no one who would care if I told them that I ended my life but was brought back, and me putting this out there feels like a weight is being lifted off my shoulders. So thanks for that.
I have so many fears and questions I never had, I'm trying to ignore them, to move on and get back to meditation, I don't want to be like the others with their false gods. I can't quit.
I won't "pussy foot" around, I need help. Recently I was driven to suicide, my mother who is a Jehovah Witness has hounded on me due to my mental illness of Depression. Now, I hadn't had many suicidal thoughts in my head, other than the occasional my life is pointless what will I do thoughts I was relatively content. Then I was in a car accident.
My mother was driving down the highway, me in the passenger seat, going about 60 mph. There was construction and a car was stopped ahead of us, I see it and tell her to slow down but she's staring out my window and bam. Black out. Air bag. Boom, I'm asleep. When I wake up I'm being pulled out of my mom's ruined truck, a bit cut up, and see the car she hit is reduced to a crumbled sheet on the opposite side of the road. Well, turns out the crash messed up my head, and in simple terms "rattled the control panel where the emotions are in the brain"
Due to my mother's own ignorance, I almost died and my mind reverted back to a state of fear and self hatred. I was as I was before satanism. And, sadly, that means I was afraid of everything and everyone and I felt no one could help me, including Father Himself. I, as shameful as it is, was afraid he would be ashamed of me as my mother had told me she was shortly after the accident. I was afraid he'd abandoned me for allowing me to be injured and miss so much of my life. Due to the accident I failed my first semester of college and now I have decided to leave school for awhile. But the pain of going through months of this made me think that He hated me like my mother did.
So, I took my own life. My mother had shouted and screamed at me previously for something I don't remember after this accident, and I took my painkillers and let myself overdose. I didn't have my own mother's love, no love for myself, and felt Father didn't love me as well. Then I'm in a hospital and the same night I'm put into a mental hospital. Horrible place no privacy, no soft beds, no iPads, no shoes. But I got medication and I got out early for good behavior.
I'd missed so much. My mother cries now blaming herself, as she should, and I cannot care about her tears and shame when she didn't care of my own. But now I'm still afraid. I sometimes get the thoughts of suicide, but my therapist and my medication are supposed to keep me "under control" and not harm myself.
I say all of this because I have no one else to tell, and because I need aid in terms of being a Spiritual Satanist. That accident left me damaged in my head and now I'm afraid of just about everything, I'm sad, angry, questioning, confused, and feel like I'm alone. I know Father is always with me, I just don't feel it anymore like I used to and just feel like I have let Him down. To me, being told you are a disappointment is the worst thing you can say to someone. I don't want to be a disappointment to Him, and my mother, and myself on top of it. I couldn't live with myself, I'd have nothing to live for without His love.
I guess I'm just asking for guidance, I don't remember some things and I am afraid to try and speak to Father or my guardian after being unable to for so long. I'm afraid of everything when I didn't used to be. And I know enemy angles and Jews feed off of our fear, that much I do remember, and I don't want them to feast on that even though I'm sure they already have.
I want assurance I suppose, to reach out to people so I know I'm not alone, so I know I'm not the only one who doesn't know everything, that I'm not prefect and it's okay. My mother, she expects perfection in her eyes and in the eyes of her fucking god, despite the mistakes she has made. She kills me and has not so much as apologized for it. I just want to know it's okay to make mistakes.
I am going to meditate tonight, even though I'm terrified, and I know I'll be vulnerable. I just need answers, to know if I'm okay, if I'm not okay, if I'm being hunted or if my luck is simply running out.
I'm sorry for telling a life story, I just have no one else to tell. I have no friends out here in this world, no one who would care if I told them that I ended my life but was brought back, and me putting this out there feels like a weight is being lifted off my shoulders. So thanks for that.
I have so many fears and questions I never had, I'm trying to ignore them, to move on and get back to meditation, I don't want to be like the others with their false gods. I can't quit.