for some answers and hope.
I thought this would be easy, but for some reason, I can’t even find the right words to begin.
I can’t say I’ve been the most devoted follower, and to be honest… the question lingers in my mind—about You, about faith, about everything. It haunts me in ways I don’t fully understand.
But I’m not writing this to prove anything or to ask for something. Maybe I’m just writing for my own peace of mind. My life feels like a whirlwind, and no matter how hard I try to follow the right path, it seems to pull me further away instead of closer.
There are so many distractions in this world, and I’ve come to realize that believing is often harder than not believing.
On the surface, I have everything I should be grateful for—I’ve graduated from college, I have a stable job, and I’ve met an incredible man. By all accounts, I should be happy. And yet, my heart feels heavy.
There’s this deep, troubled feeling I can’t shake, a sense of loneliness that overwhelms me—not just in this life, but in what comes after. It’s a sadness I can’t explain.
Even with everything I have, even with all the reasons to be thankful, something still feels missing.
I don’t know what I’m truly looking for in writing this. Maybe just to acknowledge that You’ve been on my mind a lot lately. Maybe I’m searching for answers. Maybe I’m searching for hope.
