As of today, I am having such a hard time with the deepest of wounds. Wounds that nobody else can see, but I feel as though they are visible and splitting my flesh wide open. They are painful. Nobody sees them which makes them that much more difficult to deal with. I pray to God and cry until it hurts, yet I toss and turn with slow motion movies vividly replaying in my head. At the bottom of the page in a journal, it reads, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.” However, I want to not see the movies I was the “star” in. I need God to heal these wounds that nobody else sees. I want him to.