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i just want to tell the whole world how bad i want to die

Dear heavenly father

If it is your will for me, please do not let me wake up the next time I go to sleep. Stop my heart. Shut off my brain. Kill me.

I am tired of disappointing myself and everyone around me. I am tired of the world treating me like a punching bag and not understanding my feelings.

Please kill me.

In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

I hurt myself by being myself, always.

I let myself be hurt again by my PTSD. I opened up to my wife and tried some things in bed with her. Some things that I was already cautious to share out of embarrassment or bad experiences in the past. I was hesitant because of my anxiety of it being weird or selfish.

It, of course, did not go well, and I’m left feeling like shit, hating sex, and unpegged.

Started off okay, but then she started being discouraging and acting really weird, bored, and jealous. When I asked her why she was acting so sad, she just lied and said she wasn’t. But I know her. She is my wife. I can’t stand the lies.

I just stopped everything and literally cried, feeling even more embarrassed. Now, I never want to try that again. Which sucks, because now I will be missing out on something that is really important to my happiness.

love ; loved

I have loved a lot of women. Some of them I still love. Some of them I don’t. Some of them I was intimate with. Some of them I was just in love with, and never was. Some women I was intimate with and never loved.

Love is a strange affair. Some of the women I was in love with I still dream about. Literally in my sleep and vividly. Some of those, are the women I was in love with but was never with in any way, and my dreams are that of what may have become, or the makings of how it may have come to be.

Tonight, I had a dream of two women I was in love with but was never with at all. In my dream, they appeared differently as they do in reality, but when I woke up, I knew exactly who they were.

One would think that those I was in love with but never with in any way would be the weakest, but in reality, they are those who I dream about the most when I am alone. But I know that most of them I can never have. Some of the women I still love, I know that I will never talk to again.

It’s strange. But that is love.

Trump Truck Image Causes Discontent

Why? Because America is fed up. We have an extremely old average age of politicians in Washington. Rural and conservative values are under fire. Politicians in Washington are entrenched, career politicians that, instead of representing their constituents, make policy that benefit themselves, the wealthy, and each other (also wealthy.)

Our political system was not designed for career politicians. It was designed to serve your country and community for a while, and getting out. Not spending your life in office. If, in my lifetime, there is not some sort of revolt or revolution that results in a complete overhaul of our political system, I will be surprised. I will also be very happy if that happens.

I myself am sick of the way things are. Recently, Wranglerstar (wranglerstar.com,) posted a video explaining that our country has been going through the five stages of grief. I agree, and believe that the stages were accelerated by the plannedemic.

My hypothesis is that Donald Trump will win the election, but something will happen that will prevent him from actually taking office. That is going to result in a lot of civil unrest, leading to something “big.” I don’t think that whatever it leads to will be immediate. However, I do believe it will be in the next ten years.

Conservatives have had enough, and both sides of the aisle are absolutely sick of nothing getting done, and the contentious rhetoric.

Too long, too much.

I has been a while. Ten months has been way too long for a project that I was to start, and finally keep going. Over the summer and into the winter, I had a series of continuous relapses, followed by another breakout from the allergy, a breakout in handcuffs as they say in AA. I can’t say that I know what happened, because I honestly don’t. But I do know some things that did not happen.

  • I did not follow through on my step work, for one.
  • I did not keep in touch with my sponsor, or pick up the phone.
  • I did not keep writing here.
  • I did not keep journaling.
  • I did not switch therapists, when I realized mine had ran her course.
  • I did not stick up for myself.

Many other things happened before, during, and after my “bad time.” However, I am sure those things will come out naturally. For now. I’m just saying, “I’m here.”

“Respond Intelligently even to unintelligent treatment.”

Ancient Chinese philosophy is not a hobby – maybe just a random thing I think of here an there – because I know nothing about it or its ideologies, yet. But I stumbled upon this quote and had to write about it. “Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment.” I’m not a philosopher, and have not read enough philosophy to even begin to break this down properly. But to me, it’s in attune to what a proper mother tells their child when bullying: “Just ignore them, and they will go away.”

Far too often, we as humans are mistreated, bullied, or put down. Our first thought is often to retaliate, to get even, to seek revenge. That is why the world is currently filled with hypocrites, bitterness, and hate; Mental illness runs rampant, and people are full of themselves. This is both a cause and a result of some of the treatment that people put others through. In addition, too few people don’t go to church. Parents aren’t taking their children to houses of worship, the pews are empty, and that means it’s only going to get worse.

If we don’t think, if we let just our mouths move, or our actions be without heart, we cannot say we are better. In fact, maybe worse. If someone treats us poorly, and we know how bad it has made us feel, we are attacking back with carnal knowledge of the hurt we are causing. Maybe the original perpetrator was ignorant and didn’t know what they were doing.

But we do. The successful people I meet in my realm, who I deem intelligent, and who appear to have happy and whole families…most of them go to church it turns out.

Respond intelligent. When you are hurt, love back, don’t hurt others.

Spicy Semi-homemade Basil Tomato Pasta Sauce

A couple of nights ago, I went to make some pasta for my wife and daughter. My daughter is a very picky eater, so when she makes a suggestion, I listen. We had the spaghetti, but realized, that we had no sauce. So I improvised. What I came up with was both delicious and surprising. Delicious because, well, it just was. Surprising, because I used some unauthentic ingredients to create something that was quite good, and praised by both my wife and daughter. Below are the ingredients. You just need to heat it all together, until the cheese is melted and it simers. The longer you heat it, the better it will get. As you can see, some of my measurements are off the cuff. But I wanted to get it down…enjoy!

  • 1 can of tomato soup
  • 1/4 cup of milk
  • 3 fist fulls of colby jack shredded cheese
  • 4-5 tablespoons of minced garlic
  • Enough garlic powder to completely cover the soup before stirring
  • A couple to a few dashes of red pepper flakes
  • A teaspoon of Tony’s Creole or your favorite cajun seasoning
  • Tablespoon of dried rosemary herbs
  • Tablespoon of dried thyme herbs
  • 6 large fresh basil leaves, somewhere in-between chopped and minced
  • 15-“grinds of fresh ground pepper
  • A dash of salt

Spot on…but I wish it always played out that way.

Like the meme says, everyone does make mistakes. I am not bad, and I am definitely human. One of the biggest challenges I have faced as an adult, particularly over the past five years, is the fact that I am an alcoholic, recovering, but I was/am…whichever of the different theory types you buy into there. I am 33 years old. Yet, because of the mistakes I made when I was drinking, whenever I mess up now, in my sober life, people just jump to the assumption that I have relapsed. Every time I make a mistake, no matter what it is…that’s the first assumption. It has been true of relapse twice I believe. But I admit those.

The others, well they have been false accusations. When I have eaten something strange and my breath smells funny, when I get in an accident with another vehicle…that’s what happens. And it enrages me to be honest. While at the same time, though, I honestly know why my loved ones and friends think that way…but it still enrages me. I wonder when it will stop.

I live my life in fear because of this. Telling the truth is sometimes difficult, because I fear they won’t believe the truth, and sometimes wonder if I shouldn’t tell people things at all. When I go somewhere and am running late coming home, fear, and anxiety. If I want to go somewhere by myself that isn’t a usual place that I visit alone…fear and anxiety. I’m a good person, I’m human, I have made bad choices. But that does not mean all of my choices are bad. And I really hope that I don’t have to pay for those choices the rest of my life.