“I can’t do this. I don’t know how to . . . just live a normal day.” “So your normal got changed. You will survive this.” “You don’t understand.” “Then tell me.” How? “I’ve done some stupid things. And I thought I had it under control. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, just to fix things. To make it all okay. To make this black feeling go away once and for all. But it hasn’t. And I don’t think it ever will.” “You’re still convinced God doesn’t hear you?” “Would my life be such a mess if he did?” “If you’re doing it all your way, yes.”
