Laworellen
Prayer Partner
Dear heavenly father, I can't take this anymore. ### years of non-stop attacks. I'm getting to the point it might be better to end my own life. I need pills to stay alive with no help, and I'm running out of money. And my temporary place I'm staying at talks to me so badly I have no health to work. I'm trying to go to school so I can see if I can work, but why, Lord, can I live a normal life? Now I have to look for a medical shelter because I refuse to be treated the way I was treated at my sister's place. I'm grateful for the help, but they need to understand I'm still adjusting to having one eye. I get dizzy walking, bending, and I didn't clean my area as often as I wanted—not because I didn't want to do it. Now I'm forced to clean and almost fell down, and I sat down to rest a bit so I can keep going, and I'm pressured to keep cleaning like that. I was even told ever since I got here they can't have any guests. Lord, I want to live, but why dead end at everything. In Jesus' name, I pray. Amen.
