Anger can be a response to empathy when we are powerless, just as futility can be the face of believers. Terrible thoughts of self-harm merge into the sieve jar of the most resilient of all people when the pain cries. Chronic pain turns the bravest souls and sends them into corners you've never imagined before.
They ask us not to think pre-thinking.
If you're angry for no reason, senseless, without caution, brutally open because you're hit by a cavalry enemy, you're not alone. Experience the prospect of the sweetest saint.
There should be no trial against those involved in the whirlwind of ruthless life.
Those who cannot evade self-incrimination should be arrested for love, heard, honored with God's presence in you for their breath, and care as they define care.
What is a living hell for them has no answers, so there should be no questions about its burden.
There's something like living hell with full octane, and there are many who live there.
If it is your destiny that is the bearer of such pain, accept the best you can do: prayers. I believe that prayer is a power that goes beyond the unblemished precedent. If it is your destiny that you take care of such a person, then every ounce and every power in the last few hours belongs to you in the ruthlessness of the torment that you persevere for its good. Wait in all the hope you can gather.
There is plenty of room to ask God the Almighty: What is its meaning?
I am sure that peace will be sought and achieved through such a high point.
Try to rest the march.
Wait for him with a tenacity that does not give up.
And, trust God even more. This is the enigma of life that such proof manifests itself for this purpose.