I used to actually think 1) that we all have a purpose, and 2) that it is possible for everyone to be happy. I’m not convinced of either of those things anymore. I think that my 1) purpose is to 2) be miserable. I am completely exhausted. Never been more tired. Defeated. I’ve never felt like God cared any less about me or my family. No comfort. No peace. Nothing. Pray….nothing. Not ever.
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