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I'm a Mess on Sun Sep 23, 2007 10:59 pm
I made a fool of myself again today at church. I have going for about 1 1/2 months, and I am afraid I already have the reputation of a freak. It seems that every time I go it becomes increasingly difficult. I was ushered out of service a few weeks ago to go to the prayer room because I was crying so strong. It was a good thing, but I showed myself to be so pathetic and needy.
Last week, I got a panic attack. The lobby is as big as most local churches and the sanctuary seats over 1,000. I was in the lobby looking at the happy people with family, talking and smiling. I knew I didn't fit in. I knew I didn't belong. When I went in for service, I couldn't do it. I hurried back out and leaned against a pillar just outside of the door. My body was constricted, breathing short, labored, my eyes flashed around in fear. Someone came over, asked if I was alright, and prayed over me. Then I did go inside for the service and sat at the end of a pew in the back.
Today, I have a worse panic attack. I froze at the door. I went off down an empty hall and sat in a chair by myself. The woman I talked to came and sat beside me. We talked. She comforted me, and prayed for me. A man came by and did the same. It felt so good.
I have made a decision however. I will stop bothering the greeters and ushers and loving people who have prayed over me every week for nearly two months. I am just too needy. No more. I will go in, avoid the lobby, sit down in the corner in church, and leave right after the service. In fact, I will not tell anyone anymore that I am a Christian. I am the worst witness for Christ ever. No one will want to come to Jesus when they see how sad and screwed up I am, always crying are needing help. I am the worst representative for God ever. I will keep my stupid mouth shut and wait until I die. My happiness with come in heaven if I stay alive until I die.
Last week, I got a panic attack. The lobby is as big as most local churches and the sanctuary seats over 1,000. I was in the lobby looking at the happy people with family, talking and smiling. I knew I didn't fit in. I knew I didn't belong. When I went in for service, I couldn't do it. I hurried back out and leaned against a pillar just outside of the door. My body was constricted, breathing short, labored, my eyes flashed around in fear. Someone came over, asked if I was alright, and prayed over me. Then I did go inside for the service and sat at the end of a pew in the back.
Today, I have a worse panic attack. I froze at the door. I went off down an empty hall and sat in a chair by myself. The woman I talked to came and sat beside me. We talked. She comforted me, and prayed for me. A man came by and did the same. It felt so good.
I have made a decision however. I will stop bothering the greeters and ushers and loving people who have prayed over me every week for nearly two months. I am just too needy. No more. I will go in, avoid the lobby, sit down in the corner in church, and leave right after the service. In fact, I will not tell anyone anymore that I am a Christian. I am the worst witness for Christ ever. No one will want to come to Jesus when they see how sad and screwed up I am, always crying are needing help. I am the worst representative for God ever. I will keep my stupid mouth shut and wait until I die. My happiness with come in heaven if I stay alive until I die.






