Every day is a battle. Emotional roller coaster from one minute to the next. I cannot do this anymore. A plan is in place to die.
From a religious stand point I’ve given up on that aspect. Terrible to say, but I no longer believe there is really anything or anyone there. After 63 years on this planet it has done me no good. Not a single hint of help. Raised in a very religious family too. Sad. Really sad. In a rage of hurt and hate I burned my Mary Baker Eddy. Sad but its gone.
I just want this to stop and be over for me. I hate my life and I hate living though every day. It’s pointless.