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Quote from Project Semicolon I try to avoid this part of my story. Vulnerability is terrifying - I don't want to write out some of my darkest moments, but recently I have felt led by the Holy Spirit to share more of my story. So here I am, typing. As many of you know, my father passed away when I was 16. After his death, my life began to unravel. I didn't want anyone to know how badly I was hurting, so I would let all of my emotions out while I was driving to and from work or school. Somedays I would be crying so hard that I could barely see the road ahead. I would cry. I would scream at God. I was devastated. I was confused. I was angry. I vividly remember one day screaming to God that I hated him. The days, weeks, months and even years following my father's death were very dark. In all honesty, I was in and out of a state of depression. Just getting out of bed was a challenge some days. I lost myself in a cloud of shame and sadness. I...