In my mind I rail against the sense of being different, being one of those people bad things happen to. I look for the exit door from this personal hell and can't find it. People tell me that this is something I will learn to live with and not necessarily "get over" which just fuels my anger and sorrow. I do not look forward to living my life with the heaviness of this sadness. I just don't know how to do that. I pray to God for peace. I know he is there but I am less sure that I was before that payers work. When someone dies does that mean that a prayer has not been said right or does God just allow what will be to happen in which case why bother asking him for anything? I guess I am mad at God. It feels like a sin but in my heart of hearts that is what I feel. This leaves me feeling more alone than ever. Perhaps I am weak that my faith can be shaken or perhaps I am just human. I prefer to think the later, but I am not really sure.
I will continue marching forward hoping for some relief and peace. I have yet to find it but will search for it again today and again tomorrow. I do believe God and life is generally good and that my family deserves a joyful wife and mother. Hopefully I will find a way to give that to them and to myself.
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