Psalm 34:17-20 ESV
When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken.
To wake up in the morning, and regret waking up. To be disappointed by the fact that the death angel had not come to visit you in the midnight hour, is a dark place to be. To wish, that you were dead, because life seems so hard and your trials feel as if they are just too much to bare. You operate on robot function. You're constantly on the edge, always picking fights, being pessimistic hoping that someone would notice that you're in pain; you're hurting. Turning to scissors to physically articulate your spiritual pain and emptiness. Over dosing on prescription drugs, over extending yourself, maximizing the turn up because you're desperate for an escape. You've cried but that didn't make it better. You don't know where to start, so you don't talk about it. You're afraid that if someone knows about what you've really been up to that they would hurt you by judging you instead of helping you by praying with you, and offering a shoulder, and the information of someone who might be able to help. So now here you are stressed and depressed, feeling broke, busted, and disgusted because the world has found a way to sit on top of you. In a world of so much, all you want is peace of mind and clarity in regards to your situation. You feel as if life has backed you into a corner, and given you one option; abandon life at all cost.
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