Based on real life event…
With my head down to avert gazes, I entered the sanctuary and sank onto an empty seat. You need this.
I was entering month #4 as an unemployed. With emergency fund running low, I was operating on anxiety, desperately searching for a job.
I was supposed to be the one working, not mom. If I had a job, I wouldn’t be threatened by mom every night. I wouldn’t be called lazy. I wouldn’t be feeling… Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt a cry coming on. Inhaling a quick breath, I look up at the cross and whispered, “God, please help me.”