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Brief story

Martyrdom, suffering and pain. I have endured a living nightmare of my own making. Because of Christianity I turned my back on everything that truly mattered. My family completely abandoned me, disowned me, and cast me out of my community. I thought I was choosing a higher path, but I was only walking straight into my own ruin. When crisis started, I turned to the very place I sacrificed everything for. I crawled to the church, begging for a piece of bread, for shelter, for mercy. But all they could give me were bible verses and prayers. They fed me scriptures while my body withered away. In my absolute desperation, I swallowed my pride and tried to return to my people, begging for forgiveness and a chance to come home. But the doors were shut in my face. I am completely rejected, left entirely alone in the bitter cold. Presently, the agony of starvation, sickness and isolation is absolute. My stomach pierces with a sharp, constant pain like the bite of a crab. The physical hunger is nothing compared to the suffocating darkness in my soul. I am trapped in a prison of my own regret, cut off from human warmth and basic survival. I am completely broken. With no family, no community, and a church that offers nothing but words, I am left with nothing but agonizing pain and absolute despair. But I pray to God every day to have mercy on me.