A terrifying night of a woven fabric of affliction

Around 3AM a year and a half ago alone desolate and forsaken by God in my mind. Had been hard to edit recalling how awful these moments were there are prob spell errors so be it. the promises of God in this night were dead to me just like mice gorging on my imagined lifeless corpse utterly dead and the soul in hell and the body totally rotten.

Don’t forget about us we’re here too – “that’s right”

A Biblical, Clinical, and Narrative Document — for personal reference and Hope in Madness A note before you read: If the noise to die gets loud while you’re reading this, you can call or text 988 (US Suicide & Crisis Lifeline) any hour — it’s also a “warm line,” meaning you don’t have to be […]