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God who sees me, this darkness feels too heavy today. The weight in my chest, the fog in my mind, the battle just to get through one more hour— I need You to see it. I need You to be near.
God of peace, my mind is already racing with today's worries, and the day hasn't even started. You said, "Do not be anxious." I hear it. I want to obey it. But I need Your help.
God who understands our suffering, for those battling mental illness— The depression that steals joy. The anxiety that steals peace. The trauma that steals safety. Forgive the church for stigmatizing mental health, for offering platitudes instead of presence, for suggesting faith should be enough.