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My life is a mess…
I’ve lost all my friends, I feel so lonely, I am so depressed, I don’t even know what love is anymore. Everything justs gets worse as the days go on by.
I feel like I don’t belong here anymore, there’s just no point in it all. Please don’t tell me to seek pro. help, because I won’t. Jesus did not tell the blind man on the street to go to an optician or the leaper to a doctor where they would be healed, no he healed them himself with his bare hands.
God is far gone. He has left me alone to wither away. When I call out to him, things worsen. When I cry to him, things worsen. The same goes for Mary.
I’m exhausted with it all, but there is no rest, there is no hope that it will all get better.
I’ve lost all my friends, I feel so lonely, I am so depressed, I don’t even know what love is anymore. Everything justs gets worse as the days go on by.
I feel like I don’t belong here anymore, there’s just no point in it all. Please don’t tell me to seek pro. help, because I won’t. Jesus did not tell the blind man on the street to go to an optician or the leaper to a doctor where they would be healed, no he healed them himself with his bare hands.
God is far gone. He has left me alone to wither away. When I call out to him, things worsen. When I cry to him, things worsen. The same goes for Mary.
I’m exhausted with it all, but there is no rest, there is no hope that it will all get better.

