The nagging thought that constantly runs through my mind is to simply end it all. I always thought God was strange and I think to some extent, sometimes unfair. I have begun to question Him on many things these past months because the Bible I read says He (God) does not give you more than you can handle: but Lord, is it possible that your scale was incorrect when you apportioned my weight of trauma? It is here, when death beckons, that I have found the layer that is lower than rock bottom.

Pg 51