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.

For the last seven years, my life has felt like a storm that never passed. Not a quick thunderstorm. Not a bad season. A storm that lingers. A storm that layers darkness, pain, trauma, and exhaustion on top of each other until you forget what sunlight even looks like. I’ve been on a rollercoaster I’ve desperately wanted to get off of, but no matter how tight I’ve gripped the safety bar, no matter how loud I’ve screamed for it to stop, the ride kept going. Loop after loop. Dro