I am seriously under the impression that perhaps all started with me. I was, and am, the antagonist in all my unhappy situations. That I had somehow created myself.

I am sounding like a angst-filled vengeful individual who has lost all sense of reason. Maybe I have.

In any case, I never asked for pity or helping hand, no one ever offered me anyway. God used to give comfort. Now? I find myself more comforting.