To God: I cannot heal until I am radically honest with myself and with you. I confess my distrust. It seems like  you took advantage of my trust and allowed me to plunge headlong into devastating harm. The resulting pain that has taken over my heart and mind has painted you as a pirate and a gaslighter who moves the goal-posts, gives, and then takes back for no reason. On this journey through the jungle of life, I feel like you sit back and let the tree branches hit me in the face. I do not think I can entrust you with my heart or my safety. This is where I am. I wish things were different. The best I can do is start on this journey with an open mind and ask you to show me who you really are.

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In my early 20s, I experienced a profound emotional trauma after asking for God's leading and going in the direction I thought He wanted me to go. The name of my wound is Betrayal.