Debbie's anxiety reached its peak one night. She sat alone in
her dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she clutched a
small wooden rosary. Tears streamed down her face, her
chest tight with the weight of hopelessness.
"Why, God?" she whispered, her voice breaking.
"Why does it still hurt so much? Why can't I move on?"
She had stopped praying regularly after Pasco left her life.
The silence from both him and the universe made her question everything. But tonight, in her moment of desperation, she poured her heart out.
"Please, give me strength,
" she begged.
"Help me find peace,even if I never see him again. Help me believe that I can be
whole without him."
For the first time in weeks, her sobs quieted, replaced by a strange stillness. It wasn't peace, but it was a start.