A Rant From a Dark Place

Forewarned is forearmed. I am telling you now that this post is not going to be pretty. It was written when I was in a dark place in my mind and heart. I am posting it here because I told you that I was going to be honest and transparent. This blog was not written as some tiptoe-through-the-tulip type therapy program. It was written by one who has suffered from some terrible and terrifying stuff, yet knows that she is more than a conqueror no matter what comes her way.

That being said, what I am about to post here is not pretty. It ain’t pretty at all. I have always been honest with God. Always. Some of my honesty has been less than stellar and this posting is  a peek into the less that was me at the time. What you read is exactly what I wrote over one year ago, mere months after I had to leave my beloved mountains and move over two thousand miles away because I had just lost my home and had nowhere else to go until my sister finally found out I had been homeless (I’d been homeless for two years) and sent me a bus ticket so that I could come and live with her.

These words are unedited. I just cut and pasted them into this post.

I cringe today when I read back my words. Yet, I will not keep them hidden from view because I believe that if I am honest about my darkness, that others will feel free enough to come out of hiding themselves and embrace the Light. It is for YOU that I am sharing this. (But, oh, God, how I am cringing in embarrassment right now. You’ll understand why after you’ve read this entry.)

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I just erased everything I had written and am beginning again. I am feeling blocked, uninspired, and I don’t want to have to pump myself up to get back into the saddle again. In truth, I don’t feel like getting back into the damn saddle at all!

I am feeling angry right now. Angry at God and angry at me. Angry at God because I feel (at the moment) as though He has been playing with me and I will forever have to go on struggling with life and myself and with Him. I feel angry and disappointed with myself because I no longer feel like the take charge person that I used to be. I feel like a tepid, used-up caricature of me and I just don’t know what to do with myself.

I want to turn off this damned laptop. I want to close it up and bury my head under the covers…although I have been damned tired (and I am sick of using the word “tired” all the flippin’ time, too!) of just laying around. I am sick of the floor and fucking worn out from thinking about not thinking of thinking….it’s all driving me batty! I have been telling myself that I am okay and I am believing it…but I am so not happy with having to keep telling myself and of encouraging myself.

I am frustrated with God. Frustrated with Him. I don’t feel as though that matters to Him one whit. He allows this frustration to go on and on and on and on and on and I am angry with Him somewhat over it, though not as angry as I used to be. I pray and I pray and I pray and I pray…and feel as though my feelings do not matter enough to God for Him to do anything about them.

I feel somewhat betrayed by the Father…because I have had to give up absolutely everything that was dear and important to me. I feel as though I could at least be getting some real feelings of relief and that some of the things that I have been praying for should have come in by now. I feel as though He is playing a game with me. Or worse, that He simply does not care enough about me to do anything about the circumstances that I am in. (I am surprised that I am typing all this because I did not think that this is what I truly feel about the Father. But I am writing this, so these feelings must be there.)

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to feel. I try not to feel anything at all, yet that does not help things too much because I AM feeling things…I just don’t know what those particular feelings are. I am speaking the Word and believe the words that I speak…and that makes this endless wait for SOMETHING so much harder for me.

I do not find life enjoyable. I find it boring and lonely and stressful. Stressful, in that I am spending so much time telling myself that everything is okay and keeping my faith active so I won’t get discouraged. But I guess I AM discouraged somewhat. I am just so weary of everything. I am weary of things that do not seem as though they have changed or will change.

I have not heard back from social security and I was so certain that I would, so I guess I am feeling a bit discouraged from that. I don’t want to be let down. I want that money to come in so that I will have something for myself. (I hate the fact that I have to have a payee because that complicates things for me and I was wanting to finally have some breathing room and freedom for myself, but if I get social security, I will be tied to my sister for as long as I am getting it. So, I feel cheated by that. But such is life. I will work with whatever I have to work with if I get the money. I am afraid to say that I am afraid that I won’t get it, but the point of this writing exercise is to write what I am feeling…so the truth, I tell.) I AM scared that I won’t be getting the money. Or at least, I am afraid that it is going to take longer than I had been expecting and I am so damned sick of waiting for things! I am sick of that!!!

I don’t know what to write and I don’t know where to find inspiration. Writing what I am writing is not doing much to help my mood, although it is quite enlightening to find that I am feeling the way that I am. I guess, if nothing else, this will be one long journal to myself and to God and maybe someday, I will receive some benefit from it.

I am stressing because I don’t have a lighter and only have a few cigarettes and I am not enjoying the few cigarettes that I am. It is one more thing that I am going to have to bear up under and I feel as though I have been doing nothing but bearing up under things and carrying other shit and enduring yet more stuff that I don’t what to do this shit anymore. Life, is what I am talking about. I am weary of my life and wish that it would simply just stop. Permanently. This is all old talk and old news and I am sick and tired of these feelings.

I just put on some classical music and will see how that helps my mood. I feel grungy and a bit tired (there goes that damn word again) and just do not know what to do. I don’t feel as though I have anything to grasp onto. No inspiration…no words…nothing. I feel as though I am just pecking on the keys and I don’t know what good any of this is doing, other than getting me writing again. Even if it is crap. Even if I am not saying anything inspiration. The whole idea of me getting started is to make the start. That is what I have to take away from this experience now. And worry about inspiration and words and brilliance later. Right now, I just need to write and write and write and write and let the Lord work on me as I write. I just needed to start…and I have. That is all that is important. Tomorrow, I will write more. If that more is more nothing, than that is what it will be. But it will be something. I have to discipline myself and discipline is neither fun, nor satisfying at the onset, but being happy is not what I am trying to achieve right now. All I want to do right now is write and that is exactly what I am doing. So I am already successful and have already accomplished a huge goal.

I will go downstairs and have a smoke and then I will come back up here and write an email or two and then maybe watch a bit of TV.

I have a problem. The problem is that I want to go somewhere with my writing tonight but I have no idea where I want my writing to go. I want to work on my novel, but feel like I don’t know where the words will come from. I have always had that fear and confronting that fear is a daunting task for me. I just don’t know how to overcome this block of uncertainty. I guess I will just keep right on plugging away and hope that the logjam will unstop somewhere and some words will spurt out of me.LOL

I am enjoying the classical music. Makes me feel like I am accomplishing something. I will just continue doing what I am doing and pray that the Lord will inspire me. (Inspire me, Father!)

I am starting to have a bit of fun with Relentless because I feel as though I am starting to fill in some of the pieces of the story. I am now asking myself questions and will write those questions down and then see where that takes me. One question leads to another and that is where I have been getting stuck. If I can just get the bulk of my questions out of my head and onto the page, the details will start to work themselves out.

I am back at the laptop and feeling like I want to give the whole process up. I have a headache I have been resisting, I feel hungry and full at the same time and I want to go out and smoke and I want to stop procrastinating and get some fucking things down here. I thought that I had started to make some headway, but that feeling was short-lived. I just want to take this thing back into my bedroom and put on another Star Trek and bum out. I feel bummed. And disappointed. I was so optimistic earlier and that lasted for about an hour or so. Now I feel like I am just wasting time while time wastes away. It is not even nine and I am wishing it were bedtime so I can go to sleep and let another day go away. I feel like all I am doing is marking time and time is moving slower and slower and I fear that I may be dipping into depression and the Lord is letting me sink.

I am so damned tired of trying to figure out how to please Him. On how to make Him or motivate Him or do something good enough for Him to move some things for me. My faith is giving away to despair and I don’t know if I even care enough about it anymore to resist. Resistance is futile. Life is futile to me, at the moment. I am so tired of caring. Wish I did not care at all. Wish I did not give a damn about anything. Morbid, I know.

Empty is what I feel now. That my life is empty. Not even worth me waking up for or two. I am back to dreading basically every moment again.

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I can tell you that there is a merciful God in heaven, because a bolt of lightening did not come shooting through my head because I expressed these feelings to God. (“Expressed” is not the  right word. “Vomited”, would better describe that experience.)

I thank God that He does not love us because we are perfect. He just does. And I thank God that He understands when we get angry at Him and He does not hold it against us.

Do I still feel this way? Absolutely not. You’ll find out why as you keep reading this blog.


4 thoughts on “A Rant From a Dark Place

  1. hi – wow IMHO you are putting yourself through a whole wringer for no reason. God isn’t putting you through anything, forgiving you, loving you, planning for you, betraying you…. god doesn’t exist. You are ill – that is all. A biological entity with an illness. There are reasons for it, but no ‘purpose’ – and any meaning in it is simply what you can find in it. Good luck and best wishes – that’s all any of us have.

    • God does, indeed, exist. How you can look at a mountain or a sunrise or a flower or a child and conclude that one big explosion in space caused it all is a bafflement to me. I do not need to prove or defend the existence of the One Who has created all things. We will all see His Face one day when we are standing before Him.
      We all go through times when we rant and rail against what we are going through. I am simply one who is unafraid to “put myself out there.” Because I know that I am not the only one who questions and occasionally whines and complains when confronted with the difficulties of life.
      I am so grateful that I serve a God Who loves me, accepts me, and listens to me. The Word of God states that “many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivereth them out of them all.”
      I am no longer in that dark place. I shared my thoughts about it so that others may know that they, too, may be in dark places at times, but that everything still is and will be okay.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my words and caring enough to comment. I value your input and respect your particular take on life.
      The Lord bless you and keep you.


      • Hi Cassie – No problem – if you want to believe all that, well, that’s up to you! I’m more a fan of reality. Anyway, I wish you health, or at least some form of happiness in amongst it all!

        • Your well wishes truly means a lot to me. Thank you so much for caring.
          That’s what I love about this world. So many people with so many thoughts, opinions, and feelings. It’s what makes life worthwhile, as far as I am concerned. Life would be quite boring without variety. I am so glad you are on this planet.:)


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