Feeling Ignored by God? Listen....... There is a kind of silence that feels peaceful. And then there is the kind that feels like punishment. For years, I have prayed. Not casually. Not performatively. Not spiritually poetic. I have begged. I have cried out. I have asked for healing. For clarity. For a break. Because it has been nonstop for seven years and counting — trauma stacked on trauma, grief layered over grief, pain compounding without pause. And the response? Silence.