Oh Lord, I'm drowning in anger and frustration.
Any sound and out of controlness that comes from my son
sends me into the stratosphere. O Lord. Help me.
Forgive me for my short temper and unrealistic expectations.
There is a tightness in my chest. I'm being pressed from the craziness around me and also from the pressures I feel on myself.
After I get angry, I'm sorrowful and then start spiraling into depression.
Lord, I will not forget that you have taken care of me and my family in the past.
I'm being held in your hand, but I feel like I'm falling off a cliff.
I hate these days, I'm sorry. I should live every day for your glory and wonder.
It is a gift to live this life. And I fear I've squandered already so much of it.
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