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Dear God,

I had to leave my husband as he was a sex addict. You know we were together for twelve years and he did some of the most awful things. Sometimes I feel like he may have harmed me in some way. My son says no, he is 19 now and he has autism. I embraced him (son) on many occasions in the recent and asked him with your forgiveness to forgive me. Sometimes the mate is a co-addict too or has low self esteem. I thought that this guy was awesome but I was never enough for him. I liberated myself from him and his evilness in March of this year and at first everything bad you could possible imagine happened me and the kids were hungry even though my husband was never ever a provider, the appliances started breaking down, all the phone and internet charges loomed over me, it was terrible. Then you started blessing me. But I am still angry and bitter please! I know he is sick, I know his mother is an enabler - why can’t I forgive him, why am I so angry at men?

Through my studies I have learned a lot about human nature but I can’t shake these evil thoughts of wanting him to suffer when in reality I know what he is. Help me forgive so I can return to receiving and giving the love I deserve. Even our daughter has moved on.

Desi, Ohio/USA
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Frustration…..Anger…..

Exhaustion…. I never thought I would be the type of person to regret my life. Yet, here I am with an alcoholic and drug addicted husband and I hate it. It is 11 pm, he left hours ago with our only car …will he be back before morning? If not, will he be sober? Why do I have to go through this again….why does our son? I often wonder if he has burnt out his brain with these drugs. Does he realize that we could lose everything if he gets caught using drugs at work?

Then I wonder if you even care…..my life is not hard. I know that I have it good but is it wrong to want honesty, respect and love?. Or is money and posessions all that matters?

I know you love me and watch out for me…would you also watch out for him? He needs something drastic to happen in order for this chaos to stop. Help him…I know that with your help Tob & I will be fine. 

Anne, Illinois/USA

milatary.jpg Dear God, Where to begin… I go to a military boarding school and am struggling with the idea that I might be gay. I’ve lived my entire life around the idea that girls are who I should be with, but I can’t explain my attraction to guys. It’s weird, and I’ve never been with a man to any extent, but I feel like I should. Every time I kiss my girlfriend, I feel like a liar.

Is there something wrong with me? Did you make me this way or am I just a freak?

Scared - USA
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I wonder…If i were to open up, would you have replied me as below:

Hey you..

You should get your act together! There are others who are in worst situation than you. You’re not as weak as you think you are, it’s normal to feel down, or under the weather once in a while…but to succumb to depression, well that’s just rubbish. That’s just an easy way out of not wanting to face the world. By the way, i havent been mean to you, i just havent replied to any of your prayers because you havent made any.

Come on now…think hard, think of all the good things and the good people around you, count your blessings. You have achieved quite something in these past months. Emotionally, you’ve surpassed what others expect of you. You’ve learn to forgive, you’ve learn to let go. You’re at peace.

You should know by now what triggers your emotional down turn. stop walking down memory lane, stop snooping into the lives of those who has touched your heart, stop with the ‘what if’. they’re happy, and i know you’re happy for them. please learn to make yourself happy, let others be happy for you. dont be selfish, let them feel how you feel - the blissful feeling of pure happiness of knowing others are happy…

Your self pity and being in the melancholic mode is not gonna get you anywhere. Yes, misery loves company, but it only works if you actually have the ‘company’ to torture. so, for your sake and for everyone else’s, be the person that you wanna be with.

As for your job, as tiring as it is, just dont give up. you’ve been thru worst. I know that you’re frustrated with the workload. just enjoy it as it’s all you have to blame at the moment. but once they take it away from you, you know you have nothing left to bitch about. why dont you just show them what they see in you that you were just to lazy to live up to.

Now, as much as you hate to admit, i know how you’re so into the ‘distraction’. she’s no longer a distraction, sadly she’s your addiction. you’re not even the real you at the moment. spare her the misery and the boredom of knowing the you that you dont even like. you cant even hold a decent conversation. Bet you’re ashamed for always having a ‘no substance communication’. I know this is gonna hurt, but you ARE getting kinda lame, and you you know why - you’ve been shutting yourself out from the world. You dont even know what’s going on in the world, you have gain no new knowledge to share or talk about. I hardly hear your favorite line “do you know that…”

Anonymous - UK

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I have so many dark secrets that I am too ashamed/scared to confess. But, I know that if I don’t get them out, they will eat me from the inside out. I have been living a lie for the past 14 years. To the world, I am this straight-as-an-arrow, put together woman with the perfect suburban life, the perfect marriage, the perfect parent. Not the case…not the case at all.

The first time I had sex, at the age of 14, was supposed to be with my boyfriend…only my boyfriend. Minutes after he took my virginity, he had his cousin come into the room and have sex with me as well. He had about 6 guys in the house waiting in line to have sex with me. I ran away after the third guy walked in the room. How could I be so stupid? I became spiteful towards men. I felt that they all just wanted to get in my pants. So, I decided to be just like them. I used men for sex. Some actually wanted a relationship with me, but I would tell them that the relationship was purely sexual…nothing serious. I estimate that the number of men I’ve slept with is probably around 35-40. I got lucky by not catching any serious STDs. I had one regretful abortion. I still think about him.

I married my husband 7 years ago. I told him I was a virgin. He still thinks that he is my “one and only”. I remained faithful to him until I caught him masturbating to porn. In my heart, he became just like all of the other men. Then, he started neglecting me to be with his friends…to go drinking with his buddies 3-4 times a week. I’ve cheated on my husband with four different men and one woman. Recently, I’ve been corresponding with a past fling. He claims that he loves me. They all say that. I don’t believe them. I’m not sure if I believe in love at all. I’ve contemplated leaving my husband for this man. Not because I love him, but because he’s a rich doctor. I know it’s not right. It’s selfish. I tell myself that I can learn to love him. But, can I?

The worst part is that I don’t really feel bad for any of this. I know that I should feel more guilt and shame. I do feel something, but not enough to make me stop. Lord, I need the strength to be a better person…to be a better wife and mother. I’m so weak minded and weak hearted. I know the devil is in me, but I can’t seem to do your will..

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sun.jpg Dear God, There are several things on my mind. They are as follows: - I feel like I am spending most of my time waiting for something. I want more than anything to know what that is. I feel like there is some great, unused, and wasted potential that I have not been able to tap thus far in my life. You’ve made me quite intelligent; this is a fact, not a boast. Sadly, though, for all this power of thought (and because of it), I have done nothing but coast through life, school, etc., with an attitude bordering on apathy. I have a biomedical engineering degree that led me to a decent job, where little can hold my interest. I am disgracefully underproductive at work, and I spend hours a day daydreaming of some great force or signal that will sweep into my life and show me what I am supposed to do with myself. I am becoming very afraid that my true talents are completely out of line with the career path I have chosen. I’ve had a strange longing lately to write something, though I have no idea what or how to go about it. - I want so badly to fall in love. I spent 2 years with a girl who I believe loved me utterly and completely. I could not fully return this love, no matter how much I wanted to. I was depressed and did not love even myself. She is the most caring, thoughtful, and loyal person I have ever met (not to mention one of the most beautiful); why could I not give her the love she wanted? I want to ask you for a woman I can love more than life itself, but I feel selfish and petty doing so. I am afraid my expectations and standards are unrealistic. - I am ashamed of my cynnicism and elitism. I feel like I am losing faith in humanity and see only the flaws and the ugliness in others. I am tall, handsome, and intelligent, of which I am both sinfully proud and ashamed. - I am struggling with my faith in you, and I am bombarded by doubt on all sides. I felt very close to you only a short time ago, when I believed that you helped me through a very difficult depression. I am ashamed of my ungratefulness and the rapidity with which I have neglected you. - I have more blessings than I can count, but I don’t feel fulfilled in the slightest. Instead, I am ungrateful and lost. This is not the same depression as before; I haven’t totally lost hope, but I still can’t find what I am looking for. I know this is a clumsy prayer, but I pray that you can gather the true meaning from my heart, restore my faith, and help me find what is is that I am so desperately looking for. Anonymous - Texas, USA
saveme.jpg Dear God, I feel weird, maybe its called guilt. My parents have on-going problems and are constantly at each other when I was younger. The thing is I didnt care. I just wanted them both to not wake up the next morning. I played them against each other and I did something terrible. Probably the worst thing I could ever do to them. I was in year 8 going onto year 9 in New Zealand. I was enrolled to go to an all girls school, Marist college but i didnt want too. I kept crying and begging her that I wanted to go to avondale college like the rest of my friends. I thought that she was just doing this to me because her life was miserable. I was desperate so I blackmailed my father in to convinving my mother to enrol me in to the school I wanted. I was only thirteen years old and i told him that he had until the next day to convince my mum or else I will tell her that he cheated on her….for the third time. It worked and I was so happy. I hated my parents and i didnt care. I was happy and they were miserable, now five years on I cant seem to be happy and cant shake the feelings of lonliness. I moved to Australia a few weeks into starting at my dream school. Now i hate myself- while at the same time hating my parents. Please god help me. TC Aplen - Queensland/Australia
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Dear God,

I hate myself for doing wrongs all the time. We’ve been together for so long, countless years, yet I still seek the company of other women and end up with one night stands all the time. God, can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Can you find a way for me to repent? God, I hope you are hearing. Broken Boy, Singapore
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Dear God,

I had an affair with my married boss. I knew it was wrong, I really did. So many factors went into my reason to commit such a sin. None of them good reasons, I see that now. My problem is the way he treats me now, now that’s it over. Like it never happened and that he hates me. I have always looked up to him in so many ways, I know God that that sounds weird, he did have an affair on his wife (whom I know and have grown to love and respect ), but i am just as wrong as he is. Even though it was a sinful relationship, we loved each other. It ended because he, we, did not want to live the lies anymore. But I still love and respect him and miss him and his company. I would never do this again, Lord, I promise you. Please help me understand why he is being so mean and hurtful to me. Help him understand that I am hurting, he is and always has been a little on the rough side. But i saw another side of him.How can he treat me this way? Is it because i remind him of all the wrong things he has done? Why do i feel like i am the only one hurting here? Like I am the only sinful person? I have let go of the relationship part, but he always said he would love me and would always be there for me,a friend. Now he cant even look at me, honestly,he cant and doesn’t. I feel so ashamed,alone and icky. Please let him know and realize that we once really cared for each other and i am still me. Let him miss me a little and give him a dose of hurt to while your at it. Please forgive me, and him. And please let that old man know that he lost a good friend and lots of respect. Feeling Crappy, Orange County, California/USA 
blackfeathers.jpg Dear God, Why do I have to be this person? The good girl all the time? In the end it’s sad, but true: nobody gives a damn! Right, you may be asking Yourself “what´s up with you? You have a great home, great education, good looking, family, love…” Yeah, I do have all those stuff and just found the love of my life and for a long time off my life I thought I would never suffer…well, guess what? My beloved parents turned their back to me when I came out as a lesbian, them I found out my dad is gay. GREAT. Then, they got divorced and my mother became the bad-guy of my “great” life, my friends turn out to be snakes and my beloved girlfriend it´s sucking me down and I just can´t help being such an ass and still be next to her, to them. Like an ice cream, You see? Starts cool but melts after all and still stays there. Why , God? Why can´t I just be cynic, cold, bad and fearless like everybody?! I mean, come on!!!!! GIVE me the will to be the bad one!!!!!!!

Please, I just can´t take it anymore…

Ilaria - Italy
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Dear God, or anyone that can hear me.

I want to forgive him, I do. But what he did to me is just far to hard. I don’t think i will ever be able to forgive him. It feels like it would be sort of like trying to forgive someone after they have already killed you. He has taken my life away, i just hope I will be able to overcome this obstacle. It seems hard, because I don’t really believe in God. If God was real, why would he put me through this. It has truly traumatized me, and even 3 years later, I still cant get over it. It has been changing the way i see myself ever since it happened. I just wish that somehow i could forget about it, because I cant forgive him. The worst part? He’s my big brother. He’s supposed to be there for me.. isn’t he?

Andrea - Canada

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Dear God,

I made a horrible mistake. I asked you to help me get over an ex that I’m still in love with, that broke my heart. Well I didn’t get over him but I have been spending time away from hm and it’s been great. The only problem is that I recently starting hanging out with his brother and we slept together. It was a drunken mistake and I really feel horrible about the entire thing.

I wanted to tell the ex but I figured that I should let his brother do that. The brother doesn’t want to tell him now but I can’t live with this. It’s all I can think about and this sounds stupid but I’m really not this kind of person. I know that I’m the one that screwed up and that I need to deal with it but a little help would be greatly appreciated. I just don’t want this terrible mistake to ruin my ex’s relationship with his brother and if my ex and I could come out of all this as friends that would be great too, but I wouldn’t want ask for too much. Truthfully more than anything else I just want them to be okay and I want to get through this.

Thanks for everything. Betsy, Virginia/USA
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Dear God,

I am sorry for the mistakes I have made in my life and continue to make. 8 years ago I was kidnapped and raped, while I was 5 months pregnant. By the grace of God, yes I know you were there, I heard you, we lived. My daughter and I lived. You gave me life, twice. Not everyone gets a second chance. I did. I should have changed my life but I continue to make awful choices and I am seeing and living with the results. I beg of your forgiveness. Leslie Coleman, Costa Mesa, California/USA
1182954202_image2_h600xw900.jpg Dear God, What is it about me? Why did you let that man force himself upon me when i was 7? Why did you let my mom marry an abusive alcoholic man that became my stepfather? Why did you give my aunt cancer and take her away from me? Why am I in the middle of my family fighting again? Why is it that as soon as I feel good about coming out to the world as a bisexual, you take the one that I love away from me? Why are you against me being happy? Why does everything happen to me? Why?

Sandra, Indiana/USA

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Dear God,

I feel like I am in a permanent state of sadness and despair. Living is a daily painful ordeal, every night I go to bed wishing that I wont wake up the next morning.

Ayesha, South Africa

abortion Dear God, dear devine universe, dear my unborn daughter, I know that you are all one. You have been with me for the past eight weeks, yet I know that we’ve been together through eternity. But we will have to say goodbyes to each other tomorrow morning, at least for time being in this physical world. I know you understand the situation & I felt your forgiveness. For a little while, I experienced the rest of my life with you. Watching you grow .. turning into a beautiful woman. But my current situation is very difficult. I wish that things were different & I could have in my life. But for now, it’s on hold I guess. I hope we come across in each other’s way again one day. And have you join the rest of our family, including your father and your two brothers. I feel your love, beauty & light. And I am so sorry that I have to do this to us tomorrow. I will always be with you no matter what. Love Mom, California/USA
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Dear God,

I am sorry for watching porn. I really am.

This is just something that is really hard for me to give up right now.

Please don’t stop loving me. I don’t want to be punished anymore. My family and I can’t take it.

Cat Von D, Chicago/USA

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Dear God,

Something isn’t right. I always feel so close to just passing out or just lashing out at people around me. I’m exhausted. This is too much for me. It’s a very unstable balance. My life is held together by tiny threads. Every day is the same. I get up at 5:30am. I drink a diet coke and go to school. I go to class and try to stay awake until 12:30. Then I eat a piece of string cheese, 3 crackers, and another diet coke. I leave school and go to rehearsal for 3 hours. I come home and run a mile or two on my treadmill. Then I do homework as late as it takes. Usually I’m in bed around 1am. If anything is thrown off— if I get 3 hours of sleep instead of 4— if I forget my diet coke, I fall apart. I passed out at school once because I didn’t have enough sleep/caffeine. The weight isn’t entirely gone. I’m 40 pounds thinner than I was, but I’m still not skin and bones. And there is no one that will realize I’m not healthy. The physical stuff isn’t nearly as bad as what’s going on with me emotionally. I will always resent my parents for not noticing how unhealthy I am. They ask me what’s wrong or why I look so anxious. They forget that I’ve struggled with an anxiety disorder my entire life. They forget that I’m obsessive compulsive. There is nothing worse than having those closest to you forget or ignore something like that. They ask me, why do you have to do that in sets of 7? Because I’m fucking obsessive compulsive. I have been my whole life. You took me to the doctor when I was four because I wouldn’t leave the grocery store until I had walked down each isle 7 times. You still ask why I do things 7 times. Are you my mother or a fucking stranger? Jesus fucking christ. I can’t take this much longer. I’m so sick of no one noticing that I don’t eat or that I am having a nervous collapse. They think I’m fine because I’m always with friends and because I’m thin and they think that means everything is not good. I am falling apart. I am begging my mother to notice. She never will. Even if I tell her, I’m not OK, I need help, she says, “i don’t know what to do,” I love her, but I will always resent her for letting me live with these issues and not doing shit to help me. Teressa, Los Angeles/USA
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Dear God.

I am a short, weak-looking woman. But I once assaulted a young teen- aged boy who threw an apple at my car. I drove down an alley after him really fast, stopped and jumped out and chased him down. I cornered him in by a fence and pushed him down. I kicked him a few times in the abdomen and arm while he was down. Then I got in my car and drove away. I was a wreck about it for months. It spurred me to go to counseling for my “anger” but I never did tell the counselor this story. The shoes I wore that day, I had to throw them out soon after-I couldn’t look at them. At the time, it didn’t seem that I hurt him very much (He got right up). But I sometimes imagine that maybe it was worse than I remember. I think of that movie “Short Cuts” where the little boy died after Lilly Tomlin hit him with her car and she goes on with her life oblivious…I wonder where that kid is now. This is the only secret I keep from my husband. It is the only thing in my life I am ashamed of.

Lyn, Brooklyn,NYC/USA

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Dear God,

My girlfriend had an abortion last month. We talked about it, cried over it and came to a conclusion that its best we lose it. She was devastated after the ordeal as she felt she had lost a little part of herself during this incident. We are both young, desperately searching for better things in life. I am not financially stable or mentally ready to have a kid yet. I was told no one is ever ready. She knows i don’t want a kid yet, and she aborted it cos’ she loves me. She very much wanted the child but realized realistically we can never have one right now. Repercussions are severe. Everything reminded us about the abortion. Contrary to popular belief, men suffer from this as well. The guilt and frustration stemmed from this incident bores no limit. I couldn’t find strength to go to work everyday. I am mentally strained knowing that it happened because i am selfish.I am not able to make love to her nowadays due to this. Its just not the same anymore. Maybe its the stress, maybe work is wearing me down. I don’t know. She told me she couldn’t continue with me because seeing me reminds her of all the pain and hurt she had to go through.I sometimes feel its best if I can just vanish from this country, away from everyone I know and start afresh. I know fleeing seems tempting but i still stand here with my responsibility towards her.So dear God, can you give me the courage to forgive myself, be a better man and move on?

Ritcher, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia