I’m writing this post to request the prayers of other Christians. For years I’ve been suffering assaults, violence, sex attacks, and other terrible abuse; it happens every day—and no end seems to be in sight. I always pray to God to get my tormentors out of my life, but he refuses me every time. Since God won’t listen to my prayers, maybe he will listen to the prayers of other Christians.
Yesterday was a wasted day. I literally did nothing. I sat in my bedroom all day and stared at the wall, my mind empty and hopeless, feeling so much despair and dejection. Why did this happen? It’s because I’m depressed in the extreme. I’m numb and feel like an automaton. In fact, it feels like I’m just a meat-body with no soul, meaning my mind is there but my heart is completely absent. I’m like a prisoner in my own body.
Indeed, I’m radically depressed, and no amount of Prozac will ever make me better. What will cure me, though, is if God would get rid of my tormentors who abuse me daily with assaults, violence, sex attacks, and other terrible abuse.
One of my tormentors is named Bruna. Every night this monster comes into my room with an electrocution device and shocks me many times as I try to go to sleep. There have been times where I was shocked over 50 times in a night. Afterwards this beast strikes my head and injures my brain, and she does it for one reason only: to break my spirits and destroy my ability to feel like a person. And then there are the monstrous sex attacks—there have been countless times when I’ve woken up with an ice pack over my genitals. Apparently, Bruna wants to destroy my sexual organs so that I can never be intimate with a future spouse. She does this by coming in my room while I sleep, then sneaks an ice pack into my panties.
My other tormentor is named Vermin. Obviously that isn’t his real name. He is so horrible that I prefer to call him a name that is appropriate for him. Like Bruna, this monster also likes to strike my head. He told me he wants to injure my brain so that I can’t remember anything. Basically, he wants to destroy my mind by injuring my brain repeatedly, over and over again, until I’m so dumb that I have no memory.
What I’m going through sounds awful, but there have been times where it was worse. Nights ago, for example, I was praying to God. I’m a Christian, and prayer is what Christians do, right? No harm done. But Bruna came into my room and saw me praying, and she didn’t like it for some bizarre reason. So she leaves and gets her pistol, then returns and points the gun to my head. She threatens to murder me if I continue praying, so I had to stop.
Again, this atrocious abuse has been happening to me for years—and it goes on every day. I’m not in a situation where I can go to the police (I don’t want to explain why, please take my word for it)—and it happens every day, day after day, night after night. So I pray to God all the time and request his help. “Please God,” I beg, “get rid of my tormentors so that the horrific abuse and violence will end, then I will finally be able to feel like a person again.”
Despite praying and praying to God every day for years, he hasn’t done anything to permanently get rid of these two monsters. I ask God why he won’t do anything about it, and his answer is always the same: because I don’t currently work.
There is actually a legitimate reason why I don’t work right now. It’s because I’m so tormented and depressed over the abuse I endure every day. It has utterly ruined my soul and destroyed my ability to feel like a person. For this reason, my mental health is too poor to even look for employment. All I do is sit in my bedroom and stare at the wall all day, hoping God will finally answer my prayers and permanently get rid of my tormentors so the abuse ends.
Once my tormentors are permanently gone, though, I will naturally regain my mental health and become human again. At that point, I will be well enough to work. Despite explaining this information to God repeatedly, he continually refuses to listen to me. He says all I have to do is work and he promises in return to get rid of my tormentors—but that isn’t possible because my mental health and state of mind is too poor to do anything but lay down in bed and stare at the wall all day. I explain this to God again and again, over and over—but he doesn’t care or doesn’t understand me, so my torment continues.
Another thing which has depressed me to no end is when God gets rid of my tormentors, but it only happens temporarily. For example, God will answer my prayers on rare occasions, and my tormentors—or at least one of them—will be gone for three, four, or five days (again, this is rare, but it’s happened a few times before). When this happens, I’m so happy they’re gone (even if only one of them is gone, but I want them both out of my life forever) and think they are gone forever (or at least one of them)—but they’re not. They always come back, and the torment resumes. This is why, when praying, I always tell God to permanently get rid of my tormentors. But it’s never permanent and always temporary, making me feel increasingly more depressed. Why won’t God hear or understand the word “permanent”?
So here are the prayers I am requesting:
1. Please pray that God permanently get rid of my tormentors, Bruna and Vermin (and any other would-be tormentor), so that my mental health can be restored, I can feel like a person again, then get back to working and be normal. Please make sure to emphasize that God gets rid of them permanently and not temporarily.
2. Please pray that God quit requiring that I work as a requisite for him to get rid of my tormentors. I have explained to him countless times that my mental health is too poor to work due to the horrific abuse; and that once my tormentors are permanently out of my life, I will be well enough to get a job. Unfortunately, God refuses to understand my reasonable point of view despite my explaining it to him many times, and I really wish he would listen to me for once.
3. I’m shocked and disgusted that Bruna and Vermin are scot-free. They need to be cordoned off from society and indeed all human beings. If something isn’t done about them—if they don’t pay for their crimes and face justice—they will remain a profound danger to me and anyone else they could victimize. So please pray that God make sure Bruna and Vermin are brought to justice.
4. Please pray and ask that other horrible creatures like Bruna and Vermin won’t come into my life and also horrifically abuse me. For some reason, I fear that other tormentors could come into my life and take their place. It’s an irrational fear, but please pray this prayer request—I never want to be horribly abused by similar monsters ever again.
Yesterday was a wasted day. I literally did nothing. I sat in my bedroom all day and stared at the wall, my mind empty and hopeless, feeling so much despair and dejection. Why did this happen? It’s because I’m depressed in the extreme. I’m numb and feel like an automaton. In fact, it feels like I’m just a meat-body with no soul, meaning my mind is there but my heart is completely absent. I’m like a prisoner in my own body.
Indeed, I’m radically depressed, and no amount of Prozac will ever make me better. What will cure me, though, is if God would get rid of my tormentors who abuse me daily with assaults, violence, sex attacks, and other terrible abuse.
One of my tormentors is named Bruna. Every night this monster comes into my room with an electrocution device and shocks me many times as I try to go to sleep. There have been times where I was shocked over 50 times in a night. Afterwards this beast strikes my head and injures my brain, and she does it for one reason only: to break my spirits and destroy my ability to feel like a person. And then there are the monstrous sex attacks—there have been countless times when I’ve woken up with an ice pack over my genitals. Apparently, Bruna wants to destroy my sexual organs so that I can never be intimate with a future spouse. She does this by coming in my room while I sleep, then sneaks an ice pack into my panties.
My other tormentor is named Vermin. Obviously that isn’t his real name. He is so horrible that I prefer to call him a name that is appropriate for him. Like Bruna, this monster also likes to strike my head. He told me he wants to injure my brain so that I can’t remember anything. Basically, he wants to destroy my mind by injuring my brain repeatedly, over and over again, until I’m so dumb that I have no memory.
What I’m going through sounds awful, but there have been times where it was worse. Nights ago, for example, I was praying to God. I’m a Christian, and prayer is what Christians do, right? No harm done. But Bruna came into my room and saw me praying, and she didn’t like it for some bizarre reason. So she leaves and gets her pistol, then returns and points the gun to my head. She threatens to murder me if I continue praying, so I had to stop.
Again, this atrocious abuse has been happening to me for years—and it goes on every day. I’m not in a situation where I can go to the police (I don’t want to explain why, please take my word for it)—and it happens every day, day after day, night after night. So I pray to God all the time and request his help. “Please God,” I beg, “get rid of my tormentors so that the horrific abuse and violence will end, then I will finally be able to feel like a person again.”
Despite praying and praying to God every day for years, he hasn’t done anything to permanently get rid of these two monsters. I ask God why he won’t do anything about it, and his answer is always the same: because I don’t currently work.
There is actually a legitimate reason why I don’t work right now. It’s because I’m so tormented and depressed over the abuse I endure every day. It has utterly ruined my soul and destroyed my ability to feel like a person. For this reason, my mental health is too poor to even look for employment. All I do is sit in my bedroom and stare at the wall all day, hoping God will finally answer my prayers and permanently get rid of my tormentors so the abuse ends.
Once my tormentors are permanently gone, though, I will naturally regain my mental health and become human again. At that point, I will be well enough to work. Despite explaining this information to God repeatedly, he continually refuses to listen to me. He says all I have to do is work and he promises in return to get rid of my tormentors—but that isn’t possible because my mental health and state of mind is too poor to do anything but lay down in bed and stare at the wall all day. I explain this to God again and again, over and over—but he doesn’t care or doesn’t understand me, so my torment continues.
Another thing which has depressed me to no end is when God gets rid of my tormentors, but it only happens temporarily. For example, God will answer my prayers on rare occasions, and my tormentors—or at least one of them—will be gone for three, four, or five days (again, this is rare, but it’s happened a few times before). When this happens, I’m so happy they’re gone (even if only one of them is gone, but I want them both out of my life forever) and think they are gone forever (or at least one of them)—but they’re not. They always come back, and the torment resumes. This is why, when praying, I always tell God to permanently get rid of my tormentors. But it’s never permanent and always temporary, making me feel increasingly more depressed. Why won’t God hear or understand the word “permanent”?
So here are the prayers I am requesting:
1. Please pray that God permanently get rid of my tormentors, Bruna and Vermin (and any other would-be tormentor), so that my mental health can be restored, I can feel like a person again, then get back to working and be normal. Please make sure to emphasize that God gets rid of them permanently and not temporarily.
2. Please pray that God quit requiring that I work as a requisite for him to get rid of my tormentors. I have explained to him countless times that my mental health is too poor to work due to the horrific abuse; and that once my tormentors are permanently out of my life, I will be well enough to get a job. Unfortunately, God refuses to understand my reasonable point of view despite my explaining it to him many times, and I really wish he would listen to me for once.
3. I’m shocked and disgusted that Bruna and Vermin are scot-free. They need to be cordoned off from society and indeed all human beings. If something isn’t done about them—if they don’t pay for their crimes and face justice—they will remain a profound danger to me and anyone else they could victimize. So please pray that God make sure Bruna and Vermin are brought to justice.
4. Please pray and ask that other horrible creatures like Bruna and Vermin won’t come into my life and also horrifically abuse me. For some reason, I fear that other tormentors could come into my life and take their place. It’s an irrational fear, but please pray this prayer request—I never want to be horribly abused by similar monsters ever again.
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