my journal
Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:50 am
I'm here just to give it a try. I think I am depressed. I did not go to see any psychologists. I thought I'd still rather find someone who believes in God. I don't want to bother my friends with my problems. Although they tell me to call them if I have any problems, I guess I just don't want to hear something like "it's just the way you look at it and in reality it's all different" as if my reality is not a reality at all. Or hear something like "look around - there are so many people with bigger problems" and I am aware of that too and I do feel sorry for these people, though mostly all of the time unable to help them, feeling able only to worsen their wounds and bring them more damage if I start to talk.
I sometimes feel that there is a damaging power inside me. I ruined most of my relationships by now. My best friends remain friends because they think I don't communicate with them because I am busy working. And I am not - I just don't want to communicate. I don't call them and at times I see them - I allow them to talk most of the time, because I just don't want to open up and pour all the terrible thoughts I have inside. I see them once a week and at these moments I gather the best of me and show off. I smile with the most sincere smile there is. Last Sunday I even talked to a girl who comes to church even more seldom than I do. We talked about coming closer to God. It's a good topic though. The problem is when I wake up in the morning I don't want to talk to God. And at times when I start to talk I feel he would not listen to me, and gave up on me. I know in theory and practically as well - he cannot give up on me - he still keeps me alive. But no one knows when my day will come. Maybe he'll just say one day "it's enough" and who knows what will happen. I think i would not like that day because I don't want to go to hell. To know there is no hope anymore is such a misery. I think many times I feel I can never change myself. And more I think I will never let God change me, because I can't believe in him completely. my heart is like that soil with thorns - whenever i hear a good word i accept in and it begins to grow in me and then it gets choked. usually i do not complete what i start and so does this word. I start relationships and i "choke" them - i just stop communicating. i don't know if there is a team of people on the other side of this program of just a "computer" that tells me which step is next to follow.
anyway, i hate myself that i am this way. i have emptiness inside - dreams that can't develop because i stop half way through. I am afraid to start new projects because i can't promise i am gonna finish it. l2 weeks ago i met a guy who said he wanted to help. we started to talk on messenger and shared pics. he liked me and i did not like him as much. i just needed help and he offered it. i accepted somehow. then he started to behave like he would get married to me and my world would change - he'd help me "open up" to the world. but i know it's a myth! he started to tell me i'm beautiful all the time. he does not know a thing about ME! i shared with him about organization, a mission, i work for and he applied to come. this is where i went back into my shell again. i told him i was not going to get married to a foreigner and have English as our second language. i could feel he got disappointed - he became sarcastic about my English and how i should thank him it improved while talking to him. i hate men. i guess i am honest. whoever reads it - i don't need your sympathy and pieces of advice as well. most of men i had friendship with had intentions to marry me in two weeks and every time i got to know about their intentions i would brake them. every time i observed someone likes me - i would do anything to stop them, they don't like me any longer. there is a muslim guy who still follows me and thinks as a christian i would not brake his heart, and i just avoid him i know i can bring demage. my heart does not feel God. i had times when He answered me and it became my testimony. at those times i had love towards people and thought i have future. but at those times i did not solve real problems, ignored them, saying to myself "I have no problems now". Even 3 years ago i thought i was afraid to get married and put someone down forever. but later i also felt i can make anyone happy. it's ups and downs.
my family is all broke now. my father was a pastor and at 17 on the day of communion in the church when my father was serving it i learned that my brother spied for father last night and found him in a bar drinking and with women. i don't know how it affected me. just remember i could not stop crying in church. i think later i just ignored that. i never talked with father about it. we rarely talk. he baptized me. i felt this all might have been fake long before. i knew it's not right, but he is my father and i felt comfortable to be called pastor's daughter. 3 years later i moved from my family to another city to study in a college. i left them suffer without me. my father became an aggressive alcoholic after he left pastorship saying he got tired, lying. he stopped going to church. i have a sister, married, who lives in america. my five brothers who stayed at home are now in a worse condition than i am. they are just younger. but when the time will come for them to have a family i have no idea how happy a family they nay build. my oldest brother (they all are younger than me) lives with a girl like a family. lonely. my third brother has problems with lust. my second is in army. and 2 youngest can talk about father's being drunk - they hid their pain inside. my mother does not go to church also. all of us went away from church. we slowly perish. miserable. unable to communicate - all talks between us is about problems. seems there is no way. i was probably brought away from my family to get stronger in faith. but i haven't yet. and my heart is like a sieve - it can't hold love. my biggest pain is my family. and i am not able to help it, because in general i don't know how.
I sometimes feel that there is a damaging power inside me. I ruined most of my relationships by now. My best friends remain friends because they think I don't communicate with them because I am busy working. And I am not - I just don't want to communicate. I don't call them and at times I see them - I allow them to talk most of the time, because I just don't want to open up and pour all the terrible thoughts I have inside. I see them once a week and at these moments I gather the best of me and show off. I smile with the most sincere smile there is. Last Sunday I even talked to a girl who comes to church even more seldom than I do. We talked about coming closer to God. It's a good topic though. The problem is when I wake up in the morning I don't want to talk to God. And at times when I start to talk I feel he would not listen to me, and gave up on me. I know in theory and practically as well - he cannot give up on me - he still keeps me alive. But no one knows when my day will come. Maybe he'll just say one day "it's enough" and who knows what will happen. I think i would not like that day because I don't want to go to hell. To know there is no hope anymore is such a misery. I think many times I feel I can never change myself. And more I think I will never let God change me, because I can't believe in him completely. my heart is like that soil with thorns - whenever i hear a good word i accept in and it begins to grow in me and then it gets choked. usually i do not complete what i start and so does this word. I start relationships and i "choke" them - i just stop communicating. i don't know if there is a team of people on the other side of this program of just a "computer" that tells me which step is next to follow.
anyway, i hate myself that i am this way. i have emptiness inside - dreams that can't develop because i stop half way through. I am afraid to start new projects because i can't promise i am gonna finish it. l2 weeks ago i met a guy who said he wanted to help. we started to talk on messenger and shared pics. he liked me and i did not like him as much. i just needed help and he offered it. i accepted somehow. then he started to behave like he would get married to me and my world would change - he'd help me "open up" to the world. but i know it's a myth! he started to tell me i'm beautiful all the time. he does not know a thing about ME! i shared with him about organization, a mission, i work for and he applied to come. this is where i went back into my shell again. i told him i was not going to get married to a foreigner and have English as our second language. i could feel he got disappointed - he became sarcastic about my English and how i should thank him it improved while talking to him. i hate men. i guess i am honest. whoever reads it - i don't need your sympathy and pieces of advice as well. most of men i had friendship with had intentions to marry me in two weeks and every time i got to know about their intentions i would brake them. every time i observed someone likes me - i would do anything to stop them, they don't like me any longer. there is a muslim guy who still follows me and thinks as a christian i would not brake his heart, and i just avoid him i know i can bring demage. my heart does not feel God. i had times when He answered me and it became my testimony. at those times i had love towards people and thought i have future. but at those times i did not solve real problems, ignored them, saying to myself "I have no problems now". Even 3 years ago i thought i was afraid to get married and put someone down forever. but later i also felt i can make anyone happy. it's ups and downs.
my family is all broke now. my father was a pastor and at 17 on the day of communion in the church when my father was serving it i learned that my brother spied for father last night and found him in a bar drinking and with women. i don't know how it affected me. just remember i could not stop crying in church. i think later i just ignored that. i never talked with father about it. we rarely talk. he baptized me. i felt this all might have been fake long before. i knew it's not right, but he is my father and i felt comfortable to be called pastor's daughter. 3 years later i moved from my family to another city to study in a college. i left them suffer without me. my father became an aggressive alcoholic after he left pastorship saying he got tired, lying. he stopped going to church. i have a sister, married, who lives in america. my five brothers who stayed at home are now in a worse condition than i am. they are just younger. but when the time will come for them to have a family i have no idea how happy a family they nay build. my oldest brother (they all are younger than me) lives with a girl like a family. lonely. my third brother has problems with lust. my second is in army. and 2 youngest can talk about father's being drunk - they hid their pain inside. my mother does not go to church also. all of us went away from church. we slowly perish. miserable. unable to communicate - all talks between us is about problems. seems there is no way. i was probably brought away from my family to get stronger in faith. but i haven't yet. and my heart is like a sieve - it can't hold love. my biggest pain is my family. and i am not able to help it, because in general i don't know how.