What is the purpose of life - who do we exist - when we are anyhow going to die, why did god create life when we are anyhow going to die
Can anybody pls explain
Can anybody pls explain
What is the purpose of life when we are anyhow going to die
Why suffer in life mentally, physically when you are going to die anyhow
Can anybody tell why do most of the people fear death
Do they think they are immortal
Why did god create life & sufferings
Hey guys,
My life from childhood is exposed to all the strangers in their mobile phones through internet
They have watched naked into naked things
Unable to lead a normal life when people re having my data in their mobile phone watched completely naked
I am unpriveleged to live a life
They are watching mom, I am letting them to expose even now, they are powerful and are doing exposing things nakedly
According to them I have the following interests,
Sex interest
From childhood only I have got dark sex interest
They are not even living infant and child version of me who doesn't even have any memories and watching them through their perception that is sex and dark interest
All these days I fought for justice, went to police station multiple times, but there's no use
As a result my mind is stuck in a negative overthinking loop of negative thoughts and trauma because of the company harassments
I am unable to bear the people torture who daily monitors me through their mobile watching naked things and the contents that they wish to watch and also hearing the live activity of what I do right now, how I think while doing it and capture negative thing and watch the entire naked show
The Mafia is keeping them engaged with my negative thoughts
While even they are being monitored
I feel like I am unpriveleged to live where all the persons in the entire world has got access of me from childhood in their mobile phones
Privacy was peace for me
I used to analyse people from outside based on their character and their lifestyle as described be them, but here everything is opposite
My head is tagged as sex man who doesn't even tried for it and scared to
My child version is called dark which I don't remember until the Mafia shows me who I am
I am totally a dark intense man with double meaning thoughts running 24\*7
According to them, sex makes me happy
Thinking dark makes me happy
My core interests are
Sex sex sex sex and the child version
As an infant what do you do you remember
Biologically what needs to be done, they are even judging it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I am doubting my existence and identity only
I get the vibes from the people around me and I am not living in illusion or imagination
God has given me highetended senses like all others
Pls help me
These mafia will judge my character and I have to survive with the money they give itseems without having own land and building
Guys should I end
Hey guys,
My life from childhood is exposed to all the strangers in their mobile phones through internet
They have watched naked into naked things
Unable to lead a normal life when people re having my data in their mobile phone watched completely naked
I am unpriveleged to live a life
They are watching mom, I am letting them to expose even now, they are powerful and are doing exposing things nakedly
According to them I have the following interests,
Sex interest
From childhood only I have got dark sex interest
They are not even living infant and child version of me who doesn't even have any memories and watching them through their perception that is sex and dark interest
All these days I fought for justice, went to police station multiple times, but there's no use
As a result my mind is stuck in a negative overthinking loop of negative thoughts and trauma because of the company harassments
I am unable to bear the people torture who daily monitors me through their mobile watching naked things and the contents that they wish to watch and also hearing the live activity of what I do right now, how I think while doing it and capture negative thing and watch the entire naked show
The Mafia is keeping them engaged with my negative thoughts
While even they are being monitored
I feel like I am unpriveleged to live where all the persons in the entire world has got access of me from childhood in their mobile phones
Privacy was peace for me
I used to analyse people from outside based on their character and their lifestyle as described be them, but here everything is opposite
My head is tagged as sex man who doesn't even tried for it and scared to
My child version is called dark which I don't remember until the Mafia shows me who I am
I am totally a dark intense man with double meaning thoughts running 24*7
According to them, sex makes me happy
Thinking dark makes me happy
My core interests are
Sex sex sex sex and the child version
As an infant what do you do you remember
Biologically what needs to be done, they are even judging it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I am doubting my existence and identity only
I get the vibes from the people around me and I am not living in illusion or imagination
God has given me highetended senses like all others
Pls help me
These mafia will judge my character and I have to survive with the money they give itseems without having own land and building
Guys should I end
I need help understanding life's purpose. I feel I should be d** having survived multiple attempts. I believe my neurological and biological processes, thoughts, and visuals are being broadcasted live from my mind to the internet and people's phones, making my life terrifying. Everyone has seen everything. As I have no commitments or dependents. My parents are being watched, and people relentlessly chase me. My work situation is also bad. I desperately need advice on the top two things to do before I d**. I've given life enough chances, and people worldwide are watching me. I was once a normal person, but this constant monitoring has shattered my identity. Please, help me decide my last two actions before I take action.
For the past four years, I've endured an agonizing period where my thoughts, perceptions, and every aspect of my being feel constantly monitored. I've been publicly branded as immature, even mentally unstable.
Since 2022, my life has taken a devastating turn. While they say time heals all wounds, for me, the problems have multiplied exponentially. I've sought help from numerous individuals, but all efforts proved futile.
The surveillance began in 2022. My brain and thoughts are seemingly broadcast, along with every physical sensation, including intimate movements. This has instilled a pervasive belief that I am under constant observation, watched by an unseen audience via the internet and mobile devices globally. Any internet-connected device—be it a phone, basic handset, TV, laptop, or even in an airplane—appears to grant them access to my entire life. They observe my mind, my perceptions, my daily activities, and even my most sensational or newsworthy moments.
In 2022, I experienced sexual harassment, leading to profound trauma that carried into 2023. I confided in my parents, who subsequently admitted me to a hospital. What these "monitoring" individuals, these "mafia people," don't realize is that they too are being watched. Their surveillance of me has plunged me into trauma, depression, anxiety, and overwhelming stress. I feel utterly lost, unable to maintain my composure. I've forgotten my goals, my essence, my principles, and even my responsibilities to my parents.
I neglected my ailing father, who suffered from prostate issues, diabetes, and high blood pressure, amidst the relentless harassment outside our home. Stepping out of my room became an ordeal, haunted by the anticipation of further torment—sexual, mental, emotional, and spiritual. This pervasive harassment has eroded my very being.
I was 24 in 2022 when this nightmare began. Before then, I never felt watched or harassed. But from that day forward, my personal life, my thoughts, and my entire sensory experience became public domain. This exposure has tragically extended to my innocent mother and father, and indeed, my entire family. The world, it seems, is watching them because of me.
My ability to articulate these experiences has only intensified their scrutiny. They've disseminated my story widely, reaching even the most unexpected corners of society. From beggars to people in cars, on planes—everyone seems to have access to my life, like a social media reel. They analyze my thoughts, attitudes, and perceptions, feeding their own mental processes with mine. This has profoundly derailed my life.
I am now left with pressing questions:
Is life worth living when my parents, especially my mother, are fully exposed in every conceivable way?
Is it reasonable to continue living when I know that everyone, even those in my immediate vicinity, is watching me?
Should I persist in seeking answers, or should I simply choose to end it immediately?
I've lost everyone who cared. Is this life truly worth living when my every audio and video moment is scrutinized, and innocent people, like my parents, suffer because of me? My father endures mental anguish, and my mother suffers in countless ways. My parents, despite knowing of my constant surveillance, allowed me to stay in their home, creating a family drama with no semblance of privacy.
I believe I've been monitored since childhood, with all my personal data explicitly exposed. What possible reason is there to continue living?
I cannot escape this city, as I am universally publicized. I'm confined to a corner, earning a livelihood, yet I question the purpose of this money.
Being watched so intimately, I find myself compulsively spending, having squandered 71,000 in three months at a spa. I regret this expenditure, yet I wonder what difference savings would make if I were to die tomorrow.
The monitoring persists. My director at work is involved in actions that I can only describe as an insult to my existence.
Is this life an insult to live, knowing that everyone has witnessed my most private moments? Are people subtly mocking my continued survival, pretending ignorance while processing everything they've seen? My very existence feels like an insult, and the global surveillance is a profound humiliation. It’s an insult not just because 10. I'm monitored, but because they analyze my life without offering any intervention or solace.
If they are watching, why do different people react with such varied emotions to my plight?
My life is no longer my own; it belongs to the public, and they will continue to watch untill I stop breathing.
What should I do?
For the past four years, I've endured an agonizing period where my thoughts, perceptions, and every aspect of my being feel constantly monitored. I've been publicly branded as immature, even mentally unstable.
Since 2022, my life has taken a devastating turn. While they say time heals all wounds, for me, the problems have multiplied exponentially. I've sought help from numerous individuals, but all efforts proved futile.
The surveillance began in 2022. My brain and thoughts are seemingly broadcast, along with every physical sensation, including intimate movements. This has instilled a pervasive belief that I am under constant observation, watched by an unseen audience via the internet and mobile devices globally. Any internet-connected device—be it a phone, basic handset, TV, laptop, or even in an airplane—appears to grant them access to my entire life. They observe my mind, my perceptions, my daily activities, and even my most sensational or newsworthy moments.
In 2022, I experienced sexual harassment, leading to profound trauma that carried into 2023. I confided in my parents, who subsequently admitted me to a hospital. What these "monitoring" individuals, these "mafia people," don't realize is that they too are being watched. Their surveillance of me has plunged me into trauma, depression, anxiety, and overwhelming stress. I feel utterly lost, unable to maintain my composure. I've forgotten my goals, my essence, my principles, and even my responsibilities to my parents.
I neglected my ailing father, who suffered from prostate issues, diabetes, and high blood pressure, amidst the relentless harassment outside our home. Stepping out of my room became an ordeal, haunted by the anticipation of further torment—sexual, mental, emotional, and spiritual. This pervasive harassment has eroded my very being.
I was 24 in 2022 when this nightmare began. Before then, I never felt watched or harassed. But from that day forward, my personal life, my thoughts, and my entire sensory experience became public domain. This exposure has tragically extended to my innocent mother and father, and indeed, my entire family. The world, it seems, is watching them because of me.
My ability to articulate these experiences has only intensified their scrutiny. They've disseminated my story widely, reaching even the most unexpected corners of society. From beggars to people in cars, on planes—everyone seems to have access to my life, like a social media reel. They analyze my thoughts, attitudes, and perceptions, feeding their own mental processes with mine. This has profoundly derailed my life.
I am now left with pressing questions:
Is life worth living when my parents, especially my mother, are fully exposed in every conceivable way?
Is it reasonable to continue living when I know that everyone, even those in my immediate vicinity, is watching me?
Should I persist in seeking answers, or should I simply choose to end it immediately?
I've lost everyone who cared. Is this life truly worth living when my every audio and video moment is scrutinized, and innocent people, like my parents, suffer because of me? My father endures mental anguish, and my mother suffers in countless ways. My parents, despite knowing of my constant surveillance, allowed me to stay in their home, creating a family drama with no semblance of privacy.
I believe I've been monitored since childhood, with all my personal data explicitly exposed. What possible reason is there to continue living?
I cannot escape this city, as I am universally publicized. I'm confined to a corner, earning a livelihood, yet I question the purpose of this money.
Being watched so intimately, I find myself compulsively spending, having squandered 71,000 in three months at a spa. I regret this expenditure, yet I wonder what difference savings would make if I were to die tomorrow.
The monitoring persists. My director at work is involved in actions that I can only describe as an insult to my existence.
Is this life an insult to live, knowing that everyone has witnessed my most private moments? Are people subtly mocking my continued survival, pretending ignorance while processing everything they've seen? My very existence feels like an insult, and the global surveillance is a profound humiliation. It’s an insult not just because 10. I'm monitored, but because they analyze my life without offering any intervention or solace.
If they are watching, why do different people react with such varied emotions to my plight?
My life is no longer my own; it belongs to the public, and they will continue to watch untill I stop breathing.
What should I do?
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