This was the worst year of my life (so far).
My first companion threatened to beat me. My second companion wouldn't let me speak. My third companion disappeared in the night and stole my letters to the mission president. My fourth companion had a collection of homo-erotica. My mission president responded to my pleas for help by telling me I was wasting his time when we had to meet together. My girlfriend who swore she'd wait forever waited for six months, then broke up with me because she was more emotionally attached to a different missionary who left after I did. I had to baptize a man who lied through his baptismal interview, who was only converting to convince his baby mama to come back to him, who wanted to leave his baptism early because he was hungry, and who seduced the woman who shared his baptismal service and convinced her to not return to church.
I spent the last four months of the year severely depressed, unable to get help because you're not allowed to be a missionary if you're depressed but you have to be a missionary.
via oneofthebest
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