Thursday, April 10, 2014

Religious Donations

     So this post may seem a bit greedy and angry, but I don't care because it addresses a serious problem I have with religions in general.

     My grandpa passed away recently and my uncle and dad had an estate sale.  They received $3600 from the items remaining in his house.  $1000 of it was given to my older brother for a Christian mission he will be going on this summer to Mexico.  The other $2600 was donated to the huge ass church my grandpa attended.  Now, I do realize this is something my grandpa would have wanted, but I believe it is completely wrong.

     For one thing this church has at least 5000+ members who frequently donate money.  The church itself is extravagant; this is one of my major problems with churches and religions.  They say that their main purpose is to do charitable acts and spread the "word" of god.  Why then do they spend millions on enormous churches where people attend, instead of putting the money to those who need it!  I just know the $2600 they received from my family went straight to a fund to purchase more big screen tv's!

     The other thing that upsets me is there are 4 grandchildren; why did my brother receive $1000?  It is because he is going on a mission to share the beliefs of my family, excluding me.  The money should have been distributed evenly.

     Part of what worries me is pure selfishness I know, but the house my grandpa owned is going to be put up for sale.  My religious family will distribute the money according to their misguided beliefs.

     Religion blinds people into giving away money that should be given to those who need it.  Just look at the rich evangelists that exist in the Christian religion pastors

     My family is not starving and has shelter, so yes I do not need the money myself; although it would help because we are not well off either.  But I tell you there are plenty of others who need it other than large, indoctrinating superstructures!



Wednesday, January 22, 2014

10 years

     I was thinking about it the other day that it's been 10 years now since that horrible year of my bipolar struggle.  I entered the Air Force in February 2004 and had my manic break down in April 2 months later. 
     So much has changed since then. 2004 was the worst year of my life to date.  But even though it was hard it really only took one year to become mostly stable.  Which I am fortunate because I know it takes some people much longer to find a medication that works.  I got a psychiatrist that was experienced and changed my life more than he will ever know; I sadly cannot tell him since he passed away in 2006. 
    My brother is one of those struggling with finding a medication that works and finding stability.  He does not feel that relief and stops taking the medications causing a downfall and a restart in his recovery.  I try and help him with my story, but I out of most people understand he is not comprehending or accepting anything I say.  He has not found a decent psychiatrist either which can help him through this time.  It's very frustrating seeing him struggle and be tormented for over 6 years with what I went through in one.
     I am so thankful for those who have helped me over the years gain this "normal", happy life and hope my brother and others can find it too.