- Jul 8, 2011
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10 months ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, carrying our fullterm son, who was dead. At that time I still had faith, and love in my heart. Slowly, it has faded. I've lost my faith along with my only child. The longer I go, the further away from hope I go. God is not who I was raised to believe he was. How am I supposed to be happy? My purpose is gone. Why do I have to still be here if I have no reason? I wish every day my mother had killed me that day like I begged her and God to. Very few understand, and very little gives me comfort. Prayer is to no avail... That was proven with my son's death. I don't even know why I'm writing this.
Glory be!
Glory be!