I am seriously f*cked up.
You're overwhelmed and having expectable set of reactions for what others did to you and your momentary circumstances.
That doesn't spell f*cked up, that spells a strong person in difficult circumstances.
I've noticed quite a few people on these boards treat people here as another sort of a family, so you may have well come to the right place if that's your calling for reclaiming. ;)
never had a real partner.
You may have evaded a lot of trouble with that, though.
Besides, that can change in the future, for one. You're not less a person for relationships you've had or didn't have, secondly.
I am so alone. I lost my minister recently and an animal I loved and my refuge.
I'm sorry for your loss, and for your loneliness.
I'm glad you're reaching out to people, though. Congratulation on that move, it takes a lot.
I lost a friend and really have no one but my church.
I'm sorry for your loss, though you have always a chance to form better friendships, where the people won't kick you when you're down and won't leave you just because you are.
If that is the kind of loss that's implied; I apologize for not being applicable and misjudging if it's not.
Having your church though sounds like having a lot of people you can bond with on a somewhat regular basis, even if it's not fully satisfying, and an overreaching trust in something / someone good, out there?
That's still finding so much in the world, even when it all seems so dark right now.
I struggle to get anywhere b/c I have no car.
Is public transport any option? Are delivery services? Is there a delivery system for disabled people any, where you are, eventually charities/NGOs having volunteers for that sort of a work?
Would anyone from your church be willing to accompany you or drive you where you need to get, time to time?
I have also wrestled with severe night terrors and voices for almost two years.
That sounds like quite a lot to battle. Anyone would be exhausted dealing with that and not having safe refuge in sleep.
My father has ruined my life.
He probably has. But you can rebuild it. He isn't everything, he tried to be but isn't.
There's so much of you he'll never touch.
[I don't work, I had to go on disability, and that is another hell.
Going on disability sounds like one small victory; you got, if nothing else, acknowledgment from other people your health condition is severe and requiring long term help. That can be opened doors, and getting people to make that acknowledgment is quite a hardship; congratulation on getting one thing done.
I see no reason to live anymore.
Maybe you can be looking for the reasons?