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I'm utterly destroyed. I feel like that woman ripped my heart out, then everyone in the oversized parking garage drove over it. Then instead of returning it all, they laughed and stapled just a segment of the pulverized organ to my ugly bald head and kicked me out the door.
My support system has been great until now, but there's no help for this type of sorrow. God needs to do a serious intervention just to get me through the day. Yaacov too.
That's all.

Psalm 80:4
O Lord, God Almighty. How long will your anger smolder against the prayers of your people? You have fed them with the bread of tears; you have made them drink tears by the bowlful. You have made us a source of contention to our neighbors and our enemies mock us.
Restore us, O God Almighty, make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved.