I am feeling so much rage right now. My anxiety level is code “orange.” I wish I could take a pill that could take me back in time to get the things and people that I lost and then transport me to a beautiful island, then I would call unto God and he would give me the life I want to live and make me able to stay in that time frame. The time frame would never change. I would stay there forever and my circumstances would never change until God comes for me. I will be glad when God comes for me. I can’t stay here anymore. My emotions ache so much that I feel funny feelings in my chest. Sometimes I feel breathless. I ask myself what I can do. Where can I go? Will I survive? I don’t know the answer to these questions, but I do know that if they’re not answered soon, I don’t know what I will do. I know that I won’t take my life, and that’s all I can say right now.