I’m tired God giving me all his battles because I’m strong or something. I didn’t ask to be chosen or to do any high calling . Life has been hard since youth until this present day. Joy? What is that? Blessings? Where are they? Spiritual warfare or oppression. Enough to make go off the edge. To add salt to injury, my family isn’t all that supportive, and I married the wrong person. I’m divorced now. It still hurts that wasted my late 20s. The judge favored the father in a custody case and painted me in a bad light to everyone . For our children to be with him and I have visitation. I have cried for days reminding God why am I even here. I don’t care if I’m not taking as a Christian I feel depressed, abused, abandoned, worn, and hopeless. Life hadn’t been fair. All my prayers and giving in vain. Hopefully another oppression pulls me close to the edge. I’m tired of being me. I thought I would be loved and cared for being Christian. Endlesses losses and a few blessings