Dear God, This is probably the letter I avoided the longest. Not because I had nothing to say. But because I had too much. For years, people told me to trust You. Pray. Have faith. Hold on. Believe. And I tried. I really did. But somewhere along the way, life became heavier than I knew how to carry. The losses kept coming. The disappointments kept coming. The grief kept coming. And eventually I found myself asking questions I was afraid to say out loud. Where

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.