Uncontrollable Bad Thoughts About God Novels & Stories

" As he inhaled the pungent powder, he mused over that thought. It wasn't untrue. The Devil, or one of his servants, was always on their heels here, and none of them could escape him. Even now, he felt something following him, watching and urging him on with his ghastly ideas. He'd prayed that day. He prayed most days, but today had been more fervent than ever before. He didn't think it was God who answered. The thoughts echoed with a raspy voice, tinged with a cooing sweetness. No. That was the Lord. He sent his words etched in stone, or some other enigmatic manner. 'The Lord will forgive me. I'm doin' it for the right reason,' Abraham thought. He'd thought it so often he'd convinced himsel

Even if nat was going to find me, it shouldn't come from my mind. Few minutes ago I had thought of minister falcon and how wicked and foolish he had decided to be, and now I was having another scary though that I couldn't place my mind on. The fact that minister falcon was so bad and would not think of changing anytime soon, got me irritated. Instead if him and his so called son to change, I was sure that he was going to rather kill people.

Illumi went on in a psychic tone as though he was giving me the greatest secret of life and existence. “I told you this would be a waste of time. He is just yammering nonsense,” Verity scoffed. But I waited for Illumi to finish what he was saying, concentrating on his words. “You come and complain that your life’s full of problems. Dear stop at once and realize that you are the problem. Your monkey mind is the problem and the only thing that’s stopping you is your own mind, your own thoughts and your own fears and self-doubt and let me tell you a funny thing about them all... they aren’t even real.”

If you like, I can step out-'' "It's fine. I don't mind." He nodded and the women came forward. While one took my pulse, the other checked my eyes and tried to make small talk; asking my name and my age. "Do you have frequent unwanted thoughts that can sometimes prove to be uncontrollable?" One of them asked and I didn't have to think far for an answer. "Yes," I answered. Pushing Liam out of my thoughts was almost impossible with each passing minute. I didn't think about him alone, I thought of my life in general and how confused I felt.

The cold here is freezing my palms. A brief moment later, I stand up and stare at where we are coming from. My smile creeps back up, plastering itself with grace on my face, and I let it out. I clutch at my chest and whisper. “You’re free now. Finally. You’re out of the clutches of those evil triplets. All you need to start working on is how to get over the trauma.” A larger part of me fears that forever I’ll continue to live with their thoughts in my head. I fear I may not be able to control my thoughts or do my own things as I want anymore without them telling me to do them or having control over my emotions.

But it's not an easy thing without a process to realize. I stared frustratedly at her. "It's easy for you to say, but can you listen to me?" He was interrupting my reasoning. Atlas sighed softly. He seemed to be trying to control himself and compose himself. "It's not a matter of me not trusting you, Atlas. It's that I'm having trouble controlling my thoughts. Even if they don't notice me, I still think they're looking at me, teasing me, and I still feel the panic in the crowd because I've experienced it for years." my tone of voice was rising and slightly uncontrollable. "It's hard for me to be okay in such a short period of time."

He said to me "Did you know that if you self harm, there's no chance you will go to heaven. A dead man chant serve the creator Aydan you should know that. If you kill a man, you can always turn your life around and there's a possibility you will go to heaven. So take your pick." I said to him "How does religion falls under what we were just talking about?" He asked confused

I started questioning if it's still worth living despite all the bullshit that has been happening in my life. "Fuck!" I exclaimed harshly while shaking my head, mentally throwing away the negative thoughts I was having. But it wasn't easy. It was never easy. Once those negative thoughts came inside my head, they would then start to fester and would be hard to ignore. And that was what was happening to me now. No matter how much I shook my head, and no matter how many times I told myself to not listen to any of it, I couldn’t. Until I couldn’t take it anymore and frustration started to take over me.

My acrylic nail taps restlessly against my thumb while frustration coils tighter in my chest. "I know I probably overdo it sometimes. I just..." I exhale hard, shaking my head. "Once I start overthinking, it's like my brain won't let shit go. One bad thought turns into twenty more, and suddenly I'm acting insane over stuff that might not even be true." The confession lingers awkwardly between us. God. I hate sounding vulnerable. Makes my skin itch. Makes me wanna immediately say something funny or shake my ass on a countertop to restore balance to the universe.

I felt disgusted at the thought of being molested by this horrendous man. All the bad and negative thoughts making a fuss in my head. The thought of me getting pregnant. The thought of getting raped and my life basically getting spoiled in advance to this situation. I could imagine how dark and useless my life would become after this incident. All these thoughts made me pool out my eyes even more. I wanted to peel off my skin knowing how this man was about to leave an unwanted imprint over me.