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Liammm
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- Dec 9, 2024
- 28
I don't want alot of things. But that doesn't matter. All that matters are my titles. Son, husband, and at the crux, Christian.
The day I decided to put my soul, my feelings my thoughts on the altar and sacrifice them for God and my marriage, I have been naught but a husk. It's as if I breathe with no heart, act with no thought. All and every action is motivated by the fear of hell. And recently I've seen vitriolic hatred stirring within.
I don't feel ready for a kid. That doesn't matter, as my wife desperately wants one.
I dont want to have sex. That also doesn't matter because it is my biblical and husband duties.
Cutting is defiling the temple of God. Killing myself is not persevering until the end.
Being left leaning is bad, so irregardless of my feelings I will be right leaning.
Entertaining any kind of freedom of action is encouraging sin potentially, so I must not.
I lost my chance. I could have died already last week. There was a medical accident where I could have died. I was ok with dying. I was at peace. And I saw my wifes face. God gave me a choice. And I said I would struggle to survive for her. I wish I didn't.
In what I thought were my last moments, I shed a few tears, and I thought of one person. My friend. I'll never see them again. I cant, as that would be disrespectful to the wishes of my wife.
All that I do is for everyone but me. My body isn't mine, its the slut of everyone else's, not mine to choose what I want to do with. I can't even kill myself.
I can't listen to my favorite songs, can't listen to the same funny shows, can't be friends with my closeset friends.
Following God is suffering. But it's either suffer or go to hell so, wht can you do.
I'm not allowed to curse. I'm not allowed my own thoughts nor body. I'm not even technically allowed this short time I'm taking from work to home. I would want nothing more than to lay in the rain and stay here and sleep forever. But life sucks, and some of us were made to suffer. We are born, suffer, and then die. I just pray my time comes soon. Though I know I don't have the position to ask God of anything.
The day I decided to put my soul, my feelings my thoughts on the altar and sacrifice them for God and my marriage, I have been naught but a husk. It's as if I breathe with no heart, act with no thought. All and every action is motivated by the fear of hell. And recently I've seen vitriolic hatred stirring within.
I don't feel ready for a kid. That doesn't matter, as my wife desperately wants one.
I dont want to have sex. That also doesn't matter because it is my biblical and husband duties.
Cutting is defiling the temple of God. Killing myself is not persevering until the end.
Being left leaning is bad, so irregardless of my feelings I will be right leaning.
Entertaining any kind of freedom of action is encouraging sin potentially, so I must not.
I lost my chance. I could have died already last week. There was a medical accident where I could have died. I was ok with dying. I was at peace. And I saw my wifes face. God gave me a choice. And I said I would struggle to survive for her. I wish I didn't.
In what I thought were my last moments, I shed a few tears, and I thought of one person. My friend. I'll never see them again. I cant, as that would be disrespectful to the wishes of my wife.
All that I do is for everyone but me. My body isn't mine, its the slut of everyone else's, not mine to choose what I want to do with. I can't even kill myself.
I can't listen to my favorite songs, can't listen to the same funny shows, can't be friends with my closeset friends.
Following God is suffering. But it's either suffer or go to hell so, wht can you do.
I'm not allowed to curse. I'm not allowed my own thoughts nor body. I'm not even technically allowed this short time I'm taking from work to home. I would want nothing more than to lay in the rain and stay here and sleep forever. But life sucks, and some of us were made to suffer. We are born, suffer, and then die. I just pray my time comes soon. Though I know I don't have the position to ask God of anything.