I have more issues than Sports Illustrated, and more perversions than half the Internet - screw the other half, I am not quite there yet, but I still do not like what I have.
Alcohol and weed does not help. I have a God sized hole, I am willing to accept. I can turn to God for a few days, and all it takes is a bad day at work to get me back into my old ways. This is BS on my part. I am weak, I know it.
I feel a vast emptiness in my soul. No amount of dopamine can fill it up. No amount of alcohol or THC can fill it up. All of my material possessions mean absolutely nothing in the face of this. Sex means nothing. Only my close friendships and attempting a relationship with God means anything to me these days. But I cannot rely on myself for much of anything, it seems, and I hate myself because of that.
I am seesawing between a sense of enlightenment and a sense of existential nihilism. Maybe I am also bipolar on top of being autistic. Who knows?
Alcohol and weed does not help. I have a God sized hole, I am willing to accept. I can turn to God for a few days, and all it takes is a bad day at work to get me back into my old ways. This is BS on my part. I am weak, I know it.
I feel a vast emptiness in my soul. No amount of dopamine can fill it up. No amount of alcohol or THC can fill it up. All of my material possessions mean absolutely nothing in the face of this. Sex means nothing. Only my close friendships and attempting a relationship with God means anything to me these days. But I cannot rely on myself for much of anything, it seems, and I hate myself because of that.
I am seesawing between a sense of enlightenment and a sense of existential nihilism. Maybe I am also bipolar on top of being autistic. Who knows?