I have a big momcest fetish and I've realized that I need to forgive my mom on a spiritual level

How can I do that?

How can I become a DILF?

>all these chumps believing obvious propaganda because muh Russia
Good little globalist serfs

Doppelganger type, but since there are exactly 0 characters similar to me, let alone ones worth self-inserting into, I'm a God type.
I've considered writing my own wish-fulfillment slop story because of this, but I don't think there's anywhere I could publish such a thing nor anyone who would want to read it, so I haven't.

Why do you keep deleting my posts? I posted here for help and it was deleted for "spamming" that's how you treat an Anon reaching out? I love the anons on /x/ but the jannies are pieces of shit

>great aunt (grandpa's older sister) spent most of her life living in her parents' house even after graduating, never found a husband or showed any interest in men or women, spends most of her time watching tv shows and collecting toys as well as caring for her older relatives and nephews
>uncle (mother's brother) has not had a job in almost a decade, never moved out of his parents' home or expressed any interest in it, all of his days are spent in front of a pc watching movies, playing videogames or talking to ai chatbots (yes unironically)
>neither of them have expressed any feeling of dissatisfaction with their lives and modern routine
>both are supported by the rest of the family and are seldom judged for their interests
Don't mind me, robots. I'm not a NEET, I'm simply following the family tradition.

I have posted here before. I'm the momcest gooner. I feel empty. I can't seem to break this curse because whenever I abstain from masturbation the pain is too strong and I have to release and I'm back into the same loop

I can't get hard with my girlfriend and I feel like demons are constantly attacking me. I'm pretty sure God has turned His back on me after having commited the unforgivable sin, and yet, I'm still alive but every second of it is torture for me. Why? Why God doesn't just kill me? Does He want me to try to change or pushing me over the edge until I end my own life?