Im writing to you in the midst of the storm of my brain. Cant get out. Im in the middle of my problems and dont know how to get out. To get professional help I need money. For money I need a job, and for a job I need preparation. to Get preparation I need money and the cycle goes again and again.
I can´t get out. I dont´know how to get out. Im trapped. I can´t get out. God doesnt seem to even help. He is so confusing, He´s more a God of confusion than a God of love.
I say that with lot of respect.
Suicide may be a door. But I may lose other stuff. Besides my life.
I have lost everything, including family ties. family doesnt seem to help or willing to try to understand what is goping on.
My grandad is another issue. Im in the middle of a family problem.
God: I cant .
I give up.
Let me give in.
I can´t get out. I dont´know how to get out. Im trapped. I can´t get out. God doesnt seem to even help. He is so confusing, He´s more a God of confusion than a God of love.
I say that with lot of respect.
Suicide may be a door. But I may lose other stuff. Besides my life.
I have lost everything, including family ties. family doesnt seem to help or willing to try to understand what is goping on.
My grandad is another issue. Im in the middle of a family problem.
God: I cant .
I give up.
Let me give in.