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Poles are shifting, death is looming
- Jun 26, 2022
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I'll preface this post by saying that I've been diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses over the last 25 years.
I have no one to talk to really and if I tell my counselor this they'll lock me up for sure. I have conversations in my head that at one time I would believe were coming from god, but then at another point I was convinced were coming from aliens. I'm now an atheist, but these conversations continue all the same, more of a coping mechanism for stress and depression it would seem. These aren't audible voices in the vein of schizophrenia, but just silent, intrusive thoughts that don't feel as if they are coming from me, more of an outside source. They always tell me things like "we love you" and "we" this and that... always we, it's never a solitary thing.
Just recently I had some deeper internal dialog going and they told me I should CTB because the world is headed for cataclysmic disasters and I need to leave. I've never felt at home here on earth and things are just getting worse and worse for me personally. I can never find a place to live, I'm always jumping from a variety of transient, uncomfortable situations. Staying with parents or friends, transitional housing or currently subsidized housing where things appear to be going really poorly and I'm preparing for eviction.
Ive had issues with messianic complex before and I've always felt since I was maybe 6 years old that I was an alien. Always a theme of Im here to help humanity and save the world, but that it's gone horribly wrong and my mission was a bust. These "aliens" have basically told me that I failed and that it's time to leave here. You can only imagine the stress that would put someone under if they actually believed this were true, you were here to save humanity and you failed essentially.
They were just convincing me that the pain of death wouldn't be nearly as bad as I'm making it out to be and that once it was over I would feel a great sense of relief. I don't know what I'm looking for by sharing this with the community, but I just wanted to get it off my chest somehow, somewhere.
I have no one to talk to really and if I tell my counselor this they'll lock me up for sure. I have conversations in my head that at one time I would believe were coming from god, but then at another point I was convinced were coming from aliens. I'm now an atheist, but these conversations continue all the same, more of a coping mechanism for stress and depression it would seem. These aren't audible voices in the vein of schizophrenia, but just silent, intrusive thoughts that don't feel as if they are coming from me, more of an outside source. They always tell me things like "we love you" and "we" this and that... always we, it's never a solitary thing.
Just recently I had some deeper internal dialog going and they told me I should CTB because the world is headed for cataclysmic disasters and I need to leave. I've never felt at home here on earth and things are just getting worse and worse for me personally. I can never find a place to live, I'm always jumping from a variety of transient, uncomfortable situations. Staying with parents or friends, transitional housing or currently subsidized housing where things appear to be going really poorly and I'm preparing for eviction.
Ive had issues with messianic complex before and I've always felt since I was maybe 6 years old that I was an alien. Always a theme of Im here to help humanity and save the world, but that it's gone horribly wrong and my mission was a bust. These "aliens" have basically told me that I failed and that it's time to leave here. You can only imagine the stress that would put someone under if they actually believed this were true, you were here to save humanity and you failed essentially.
They were just convincing me that the pain of death wouldn't be nearly as bad as I'm making it out to be and that once it was over I would feel a great sense of relief. I don't know what I'm looking for by sharing this with the community, but I just wanted to get it off my chest somehow, somewhere.