Rage and sorrow make poor companions. Each makes the other worse.
For perhaps the very first time in my life rage is an overwhelming, incredibly overwhelming part of my life. My family was hurt and hurt badly by a man we believed a friend. We have since found out that he had a million skeletons in his closet and was nothing like what he presented himself to us. The damage he did was real and paralyzing.
I found out a couple of days ago that the judicial system has decided not to prosecute him due basically to legal technicalities. He is going to walk free. Without going into a lot I simply cant talk about issues of mental health stigma are intricately tied up in this situation.
I am tied up in knots and dont know how to get out. I am so angry, so angry.
Please pray that God help me find a spirit of forgiveness. Without it I fear I may stuck in this prison forever.