Lord, you have blessed me with a beautiful baby girl. And though my marriage wears me down til the point of thought of taking my life I wake up each day. I don’t know what it is that I am suppose to be doing. I love my daughter but being stuck I a house I can’t stand with so many other people who don’t care or understand me it feels like I don’t know what to do.
I start to push everyone one away and close my self in the darkness fighting to hold on to my faith. Constantly fighting the thoughts of suicide and and drinking and running away from this life. But I know there is nothing for me if any of that were to happen.
I feel like I’m choking people keep telling me to pray but I don’t know how I don’t why what to look up in your word that will comfort me anymore. But I won’t dare to drop my faith completely. I’m so lonely, I want to get out of this pain and suffering so that I can see and have your blessings. I want to fid my purpose. Please don’t let me fall. Please don’t send me to hell. Help me, please. Save me from myself.