Perhaps some of you can relate.
I am sick. The pain that comes with this intensifies as time passes, but i try to ignore this and continue with my life. It affects me physically,
mentally and perhaps spiritually.
When i was 7 i remember saying to myself "i'm different". I don't know why i would say that. I've led a pretty normal life-highschool, friends,
loving family. Not all was peachy but i was living. I was being a mischievous teenager one night, and got arrested. 9 months house arrest, 2 months
jail, bout 2 1/2 mo. detention center, 9 months and 5 days in a lv. 8 juvi program, consecutively. I had a lot of time to think about a lot of things.
I'm 22 now and in college. A lot has changed, for better and for worse, but im usually positive and can function quite well in the world.
I was brought up catholic and used to pray every night. The only thing i would ask God for was wisdom, knowledge and guidance. I am no longer
catholic nor any religion. I meditate when i can, and it is similar to prayer.
I can't put my finger on it, but something is making me sick. I used to get messed up badly, and i wanted to die. I wasn't suicidal, but i was
getting annoyed and exhausted with life. I haven't got messed up in a while ( i mean really messed up) but that feeling is still there. My
psychologist that i used to see didn't help. I enjoyed the Xanax but that didn't help neither. The things that used to give me joy don't any
more.
I'm healthy (minus my eyesight) and am not clinically insane. I'm actually pretty smart.
It may sound like i am rambling because i never was good at putting my thoughts into words, but bare with me.
I do feel like i've lost my marbles sometimes. People .... I love them but they make me sick at the same time. Tv makes me sick, the radio makes me
sick.
At its worst times it prevents me from speaking correctly, and gives me pain in my stomache and my heart. Its hard for me to motivate myself to do
anything sometimes. Dont get me wrong, i dont pout all day like some depressed pregnant girl, i take care of my $hit. but at the end of the day this
damn feeling won't leave me.
Is this making any sense?
I feel i am here for something...I ask for guidance, anyone who prays/meditates know the spirits dont speak in english, and they dont answer you
immediately most of the time.
I can't remember/understand the point of it all...It seems like everything around me is on its way to hell on a bullet train. My senses are telling
me that there is IMMINENT DANGER, but i am helpless to comprehend or act.
I can't remember my dreams most of the time, which doesn't seem normal. When i do, they are strange indeed and i feel the answers are in the astral
plane.
Im gonna wrap this up...
If there is a psychic/healer or medium out there, I would like your insight because all the Dr.'s and drugs, booze, and women are not going to help
me.
Check out my other threads
My next one will be about the one time i have been successful in Astral Projecting
Thank you everyone ahead of time.