I'm trying to pray, But my mind just wants to race. The blanket over me feels dark- I don't know which thoughts to chase. I'm lying on the floor, defeated before I even start my day. Everything feels fruitless. Am I even saved? I don't know who to marry. I don't know which chore to do first. There are so many options, I feel that I could burst. Every path has a contradiction, Each as valid as the next. The only path that's broken Is staying in my bed. But each step gets more overwhelming-...