Dear God,

I'm unsure if this will reach you because I'm not quite convinced you exist.

But if you did exist, I wonder if you knew what was going to happen?

Did you know how dark it was for me?

Were you looking after those who had it darker?

Did you hear me when I gave benefit of the doubt and asked for help?

Did you know I was going to pull through?

Or did you think that perhaps I wasn't in enough danger to require help?

I like to think that if a savior doesn't arrive, it isn't bad enough.

But I felt bad enough to me.

I needed to drag myself back by myself.

Because I chose to do it.

I wasn't visited by you or one of your angels.

I dragged myself out.

Because the all mighty God didn't reply when I gave benefit of the doubt.