By RTF Editor B.J. Hamrick

I lay on the floor, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

I can’t do this anymore, God. I can’t keep going.

Alone.

Four years. I thought this would be over by now. I thought that one day, after all the prayers my friends and I could muster, I would wake up whole.

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