There are days when I feel completely worn out.

Not just physically tired, but tired deep in my soul.

Tired of hoping.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of trying to stay strong.

And honestly… tired of praying.

Because sometimes it feels like my prayers are just hitting the ceiling. Like I’m talking into silence. Like God is far away, or worse, like He isn’t listening at all.

I know what people say.

“God’s timing is perfect.”
“Just have faith.”
“Keep trusting.”

But when you’re in the middle of pain, those words can feel empty. When you’ve been asking God for relief, for healing, for peace, for something — anything — and nothing seems to change… it’s hard not to wonder if you’ve been forgotten.

It’s hard not to feel like giving up.