Not that I ever really lost faith that God exists, just faith that he was in my life. Now I KNOW he is still around, and even watching over my family. I am still really stressed, but also elated that God would step in and save my daughter like that. I don't have the words to thank him. There was an incidence in the past where I couldn't trust God,and now I fully do. I feel relieved for some reason.

Having trouble sleeping, can't eat, been losing weight , I don't know what to do about my boyfriend. He doesn't love me and it's killing me. It doesn't help that I feel like I'm going manic. Stay, leave. Stay, leave. I don't know what to do. Can't afford my own place. I will prob have to find a crappy job and move out. How can I stand being here knowing he doesn't love me? God has deserted me so I don't even have that now. Everything appears to be going well on the surface, but my mind and the pit of my stomach are in turmoil.