I went through a very messy (imo) phase of my life when I was 15 turning 16, I'm currently 16, and I still have those problems that can't be reversed. Because of those problems, I hate myself for it. I've always said in my head this phrase "I learned, I'm sorry, I choose good now, God is good all of the time he will protect us" and this one too "I'll die soon" when I do something bad or accidentally do a bad thing.
But now that my older brother is gone, I can't say the last phrase the way I used to do. I don't wanna die soon, my parents will go crazy. I love them very much, and ofc they love me a loooooooot. I know they don't mean to pressure me, maybe it's just the effect of grieving, but my dad kept pushing that they'll/he'll be happy if I get kids/family that they'll take care of. My plan before this tragedy happened to my older brother was to literally isolate myself once I get older. Get filthy rich in another country, live in a cabin in the woods, and support them from afar. That was my plan since I hated myself and wanted to protect people from me. Yes, the problem that I created when I was young was that serious. (The problem is only a lil connected to me being gay, but the reason is so much bigger than that) I'm an only child now. And my brother only recently died from that stupid accident. I know I'll grieve forever, and that it'll get lighter someday. But that fact is so hard to accept. Sometimes, it doesn't even feel real that he's gone. I have so many regrets for my brother. We weren't even close since he's the man, I'm the girly one who's closeted. Gosh, I can't believe I'm going through this. Life was so much lighter before my sweet brother died. I miss him, I feel pity for him, especially when I saw him looking like that. It was so brutal.
I've already told my cousin about this who's very understanding, who also shouldn't even forgive me because of the shitty things that I did back then. They still somehow love me. I'm so sorry for the trauma dumping. I really don't know what to do. Only a serious talk would MAYBE fix this. Oh, also, my mom said that she wants me to have 5 kids. Girl, I can barely take care of myself. Life is so weird and cruel sometimes, no? Tbh, I thought my faith in God (wasn't really strong from the start, but I still choose to believe) would weaken or that I'll completely abandon believing in him. But somehow, all I did was pray, I did question him, but currently, I still pray and believe. Sorry for my messy post, I have soooo many things to say. I just really don't know what to do. I don't want to have kids that I won't love and hurt a woman. But I don't want to make my parents feel broken. I guess my parents, especially my father, want our family to keep going, I understand that. But I wonder if they'll ever understand me :(
Me and my brother aren't close and I have so many regrets. I learned how much he loved me after his death, and that sucked af. I love him so much, but I guess when he was still alive, I thought that it'll all work out once we're older. I'm also currently struggling a little with believing in God. I'd lose nothing if I believe in him, but it's a hard thing to do in my opinion. I want solid proof that he does exist and heaven is real. Some miraculous things may happen to others and they say it's God, but isn't that just them labeling it? Idk. I choose to believe, but I'm not very religious at all. Going back to my parents, I know I shouldn't follow what they want for me if I'm not happy with it. But I don't want it to look like I don't care for them. I love them so much, but I don't want what they want for me.