If God is real, then why…why do I feel depressed? Why. Why. Why. There are so many why’s. But there’s one why I also want an answer for. Actually, two. If God is indeed real, why do I feel down and lonely and empty? But, why would I expect that question to be rational, anyway?
It feels so happy to free a burdened, lost, and anxious soul. I just came from a calm, sincere, and heart-to-heart talk with my best friend who I think was lost, and I’m just too inspired not to write about the experience immediately. If there’s one thing I realized, it’s that love finds its way without forcing itself. It finds your way, as it did mine, and as it did Thea’s. So I’m writing about how to help a lost friend—but maybe, just not the conventional way.
Cold wars. Lonely hearts. We have these every time we disagree. Am I tired? No—I don’t want to be. I just feel down and depressed every time. Save me.
I don’t know exactly how this is my case. I just feel I’m already quite in control of things but still, I’m feeling lost. Could you help? Know my story.