king of the unknown
Well-known member
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2015
- Messages
- 76
- Age
- 35
- Location
- Inside my house
- Gender
- Male
- Religious Affiliation
- Pentecostal
- Marital Status
- Married
I close my eyes and I wonder. Where will my life go?
I remember a person asked me to write uplifting stories about my life. I then sat down and thought. I thought for days and days. My life has many stories. I have one uplifting story and that is it. That is all I could think up. I am ashamed. I have always been a happy person making positive of negative situations. I have little to be proud about.
I like to think that the fact most of my stories don't have good endings is because they don't have any ending at all.
Why is this important because I don't know where to go. I am stuck. I don't have a job. Every job I have had ended in either failure or power beyond my control. My anxiety has gotten so bad that I am afraid to even go look for a job on my own. I am to afraid to go to a free clinic for medical help. I tell myself I need help but I can't get the help I need.
I feel trapped. I feel like there is nothing I can do to get free. Everyday I become more paranoid and afraid that I will be stuck forever.
Every other day I don't sleep enough and the other nights I crash. I often fill sick and sometimes I can't eat. I often find my hand shaking uncontrollably.
So here I am. I am waiting. Just waiting. Hoping for something. I don't know what but I am still waiting.
I am of you know what I am suppose to do let me know.
I remember a person asked me to write uplifting stories about my life. I then sat down and thought. I thought for days and days. My life has many stories. I have one uplifting story and that is it. That is all I could think up. I am ashamed. I have always been a happy person making positive of negative situations. I have little to be proud about.
I like to think that the fact most of my stories don't have good endings is because they don't have any ending at all.
Why is this important because I don't know where to go. I am stuck. I don't have a job. Every job I have had ended in either failure or power beyond my control. My anxiety has gotten so bad that I am afraid to even go look for a job on my own. I am to afraid to go to a free clinic for medical help. I tell myself I need help but I can't get the help I need.
I feel trapped. I feel like there is nothing I can do to get free. Everyday I become more paranoid and afraid that I will be stuck forever.
Every other day I don't sleep enough and the other nights I crash. I often fill sick and sometimes I can't eat. I often find my hand shaking uncontrollably.
So here I am. I am waiting. Just waiting. Hoping for something. I don't know what but I am still waiting.
I am of you know what I am suppose to do let me know.