“I just feel so dead. I am so torn up inside. Worthless. Believing lies [and] feeling incapable of believing truth. But I just have to. I am desperate. Angry. I need God yet I feel extremely angry at God. I feel hopeless. This battle never ends. I just want to die.” I penned these words in my journal not two years ago, not nine months ago, but yesterday and they expressed what I wanted to scream...
