I’ve always found it hard to admit that I’m not doing ok. I think it’s because admitting I’m not ok means I’m weak, and need help. I’m not ok, means I can’t pick myself up anymore. But today I’m admitting it. I’m not ok. From the chronic pain, to the panic attacks, I want to end it all. I can’t do this anymore. God, I know you are watching over me, help. Reveal to me how you are using this for your glory.