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I don't know if confession is the right word. A confession is supposed to make you feel lighter after you say it. I don't feel lighter. I feel like I've finally stopped running from a room that has been locked inside my own head for years. I tried to kill myself once. I told myself it was because I couldn't take the pain anymore. That was only part of the truth. The uglier truth was that I had spent years feeding that pain with hatred. I blamed other people for everything I hated about my life. I found people to blame, and then I found communities online that told me I was right to blame them. Eventually, hatred became easier than admitting I was miserable. I became obsessed with Jews. Not with actual people I knew, but with an imaginary enemy I had built in my head. Every problem became their fault. Every coincidence became evidence. Every angry thought became another reason to hate. Then I decided I was going to hurt people. I had convinced myself that what I was planning was some kind of revenge. That strangers deserved to suffer because of things I had decided they represented. I even told myself that I wasn't afraid anymore. But I was afraid. I was terrified. On the day I nearly went through with it, I remember how strangely ordinary everything looked. People were living their lives. Someone was laughing. Someone was carrying groceries. A child was holding an adult's hand. And suddenly I saw what I had been refusing to see. They weren't symbols. They weren't an enemy. They were people. People who had never done anything to me. I thought about the hatred that had brought me there, and for the first time I understood something: it hadn't made me powerful. It had made me smaller and smaller until there was almost nothing left of me except anger. I stopped. I walked away. I wish I could say that was the moment everything became better. It wasn't. I still had to face what I had become. I still had to admit that I had wanted innocent people dead because I had allowed hatred to become my identity. And I still had to live with the fact that I had once wanted to die myself. I don't expect forgiveness. I don't think saying "I was hurting" excuses what I was prepared to do. Plenty of people hurt. Plenty of people are angry. They don't all turn their pain into hatred. I made choices. Now I have to make different ones. I am trying to understand where that hatred came from without using its origins as an excuse. I'm trying to meet people I once reduced to stereotypes. I'm trying to listen instead of blame. And when the thoughts about suicide or violence return, I tell someone instead of hiding them. For years I thought hatred would give my life meaning. It almost ended it. And the people I hated were never the ones who had taken my life from me. I had been doing that to myself.

I am addicted to pornography

god I'm lost I'm trying to do a special job that you sent me to do I'm trying to get back into volunteer work but I'm a sinner and I start to fill with doubt I need you in my life please come into me and guide me through my hard times help me to be the best person I can I want to follow your will and do right and should I go to jail sometime and read the Bible with others and help guide them I'm at your mercy and please for give my sins im truly sorry for my problems I need you

i relized that no one is really there for me i am big enough to know that what is good and what is bad but at the same time it hurts so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......i want to scream cry but that also i can't do i hate showing myself to people because i know no one around me is good everyone hates me or are jelous and won't care if i need help.......i try my best to help be good but till whennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn i feel so isolated and unable to feel at some point it hurts.............they say i am there but they are never .........physically doesn't matter but emotionally who is? no one ...........everyone promises but no one follows them i hate them alll and somewhere deep down i hate myself for what i have grown into or what i have become i wish i was never like thi like never like this!??????????????????????

Hey, well I have this one thing that no other person really just knows, and I usually pray to it and reveal it to god, it's about being a different person, like a different person not personality wise or stuff, but a different person, a different shell a different, basically everything. I couldn't find a space where I would be safe to reveal this, I also like would probably imagine that person as an opposite gender, different face, basically what I imagine her as. Well yeah, nice to like get it off myself for once, it's still gonna stay but yeah, I feel stuck in a cube where if I tell anyone else, what will they think about me really?

I watch Porn. I don't think I even really whant to. I can get away with it and it's easy so I do. I tell myself that it really is not a sin. I say no one gets harmed by it but that's not true. I do. Will power has gotten me no where. As I type this out there are active porn tabs opened on my browser. What am I doing? I know that it's harming my relationships with others. I dislike myself because of my actions. I don't date because I whant to know I can love who I am before I can truly love another person. I've tried blockers but I end up turning them off. I've even tried downloading covenant eyes but that just ended in hundreds down the drain for an app that I dont use. And the worst part of all is that I know God is ready for me to walk with him. I know that he wants me to trust him but I don't know how I can face him with this. I would be a hypocrite to tell others to follow the will of God when I myself struggle with it. Like jona I feel like God has a work ready for me but I keep trusting my own judgment and run from that great I Am. I don't know what to do. I don't know what recovery would entail. I don't know who or what I am missing out on because of what I find myself distracted with. Honestly. I'm scared to pray sometimes because I feel they aren't answered in small ways. I whant little intement moments with God. When a moment is large I feel important wich is not how I whant to feel with my creator. I whant to listen to him when I pray. If I cat stop lusting then how can I expect to do that?

I have a friend who's a satanist

I masturbated to fat-fetish furry porn

I am guilty of lukwarm faith

I'm into slightly chubby blonde girls

I found an image of my crush and put it in an AI thing and made them naked.

i like a guy, but my friend started to like him first, i feel really bad cause i know she likes him a lot and i don’t wanna ruin my friendship with her, but i feel like he’s lowkey into me, he’s the kind of guy to tease you when he likes you and the other day first he jokingly stepped on my shoe, then he stole my phone, after that we went to his house and even though he was busy he kept listening to what i was saying and like laugh at my jokes or answers to them, so now i don’t know what to do, help ahag