04-03-2018, 09:17 AM
I'm having a really hard time praying right now in the midst of all this s**t that's been going on in my life. In fact, I feel like I've had nothing but bad luck for the last 10 years. I wonder if somebody put a curse on me.
Allow me to rant and whine. It feels so good.
In 9th grade I went to a private "Catholic" school because I was tired of being homeschooled. I lasted one semester. I was bullied, ignored, and emotionally abused. I spent the rest of my high school years recovering from that.
Everybody told me that college would be better. It wasn't. I barely graduated with a worthless degree and a lot less money. I'm not using my degree now and never will. I never had a single date in college and spent every weekend alone.
Right after college, my now-ex fiance moved to my home state to be with me. I graduated college early so I could help him find a job and a place to live. I found a very nice office job for myself and moved into a communal women's Catholic house. Three months later, I was kicked out of the house because I was suffering from mental problems. I had to move into my fiance's apartment so I could still work at my job. Three months after that, I was unexpectedly fired.
I found another job at a tiny, family-owned Catholic bookstore. Sounds perfect, right? I only lasted there 2 months before I had to leave because the owners were lunatics. That store is closed now and I think the owner killed himself.
I found another nice office job after that with an engineering company. I was determined to do well in this job and not make the same old mistakes. The fired me without explanation after 6 weeks. That was in September of 2017.
Now the man I've loved since I was 16 is leaving me. I had to call all of my family members and writhe under their pity as I told them the wedding was off. The invitations I sent out were really pretty. My wedding dress is exactly what I wanted. The apartment I hoped to share with him was cute and cozy. All of that is gone now.
Rant over.
The point is, I'm having a really hard time praying through all of this. I can't understand how we are supposed to just suck it up and endure the atrocious suffering that God sends our way because we're assured that it's "good" for us. How can this possibly be good for me. I literally want to die. It hurts to breathe. This is like a sadistic father brutally beating his young son with a belt and reassuring the sobbing, bleeding child that the beating was good for him and he'll thank his father for it someday. What kind of God is this?
I've never really had much of a prayer life anyway, I suppose. I like going to Adoration, but I don't go to Daily Mass much because I'm always in a state of mortal sin. And when I'm teetering on the brink of hell, it doesn't matter how many prayers I say: they do no good. I'm cut off from God's grace so I may as well just not say anything to Him.
Everybody tells me the same thing: keep trying, this too shall pass, you'll find somebody else, keep persevering in prayer like the saints did. I'm no saint. I am a very little and weak soul and I can't understand why God let this happen to me.
Allow me to rant and whine. It feels so good.
In 9th grade I went to a private "Catholic" school because I was tired of being homeschooled. I lasted one semester. I was bullied, ignored, and emotionally abused. I spent the rest of my high school years recovering from that.
Everybody told me that college would be better. It wasn't. I barely graduated with a worthless degree and a lot less money. I'm not using my degree now and never will. I never had a single date in college and spent every weekend alone.
Right after college, my now-ex fiance moved to my home state to be with me. I graduated college early so I could help him find a job and a place to live. I found a very nice office job for myself and moved into a communal women's Catholic house. Three months later, I was kicked out of the house because I was suffering from mental problems. I had to move into my fiance's apartment so I could still work at my job. Three months after that, I was unexpectedly fired.
I found another job at a tiny, family-owned Catholic bookstore. Sounds perfect, right? I only lasted there 2 months before I had to leave because the owners were lunatics. That store is closed now and I think the owner killed himself.
I found another nice office job after that with an engineering company. I was determined to do well in this job and not make the same old mistakes. The fired me without explanation after 6 weeks. That was in September of 2017.
Now the man I've loved since I was 16 is leaving me. I had to call all of my family members and writhe under their pity as I told them the wedding was off. The invitations I sent out were really pretty. My wedding dress is exactly what I wanted. The apartment I hoped to share with him was cute and cozy. All of that is gone now.
Rant over.
The point is, I'm having a really hard time praying through all of this. I can't understand how we are supposed to just suck it up and endure the atrocious suffering that God sends our way because we're assured that it's "good" for us. How can this possibly be good for me. I literally want to die. It hurts to breathe. This is like a sadistic father brutally beating his young son with a belt and reassuring the sobbing, bleeding child that the beating was good for him and he'll thank his father for it someday. What kind of God is this?
I've never really had much of a prayer life anyway, I suppose. I like going to Adoration, but I don't go to Daily Mass much because I'm always in a state of mortal sin. And when I'm teetering on the brink of hell, it doesn't matter how many prayers I say: they do no good. I'm cut off from God's grace so I may as well just not say anything to Him.
Everybody tells me the same thing: keep trying, this too shall pass, you'll find somebody else, keep persevering in prayer like the saints did. I'm no saint. I am a very little and weak soul and I can't understand why God let this happen to me.
St. Joseph, Terror of Demons, Pillar of Families, Glory of Domestic Life, Pray for Us!
When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.
When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.