I cant find one anywhere. Anybody got a link?

Please pray. Please, please pray. For my mental and emotional health. She just very quickly emptied out everything from the closet. My heart is just ... crushed.

Sorry I keep posting about all this stuff on here. I don't know where else to go to get prayer or healing.

Time to man up.

Looks like it's finally real.

Edit: F this. I'm tired of feeling sad about this shit, ya'll. F it. By the way when she did this I didn't even give it an ounce of energy. Which was different. I need to stop putting so much care on all this and let God handle it. Also, I might feel like this cause I just pumped weights for 30 minutes and listened some upbeat rock music. That'll do it.

Edit 2: And F this little u/KrisAngeln who was too afraid to post it publicly and wants to message me saying I'm a nonstarter and a cuck and that he hopes my wife gives my kids a different dad. F you bro for your lack of compassion - cant even post it publicly? I hope you don't go through multiple family suicides like I did. If you did, you'd know what the f*** pain feels like.

Anyway - I agree with a lot of the messages here. Focusing on myself and my kids now. I'm done. This will be my last sob story (I'm not saying I won't ask for prayers, though).

I don't think it's my brain just recognizing these patterns. It's in my life EVERYWHERE.

I was ubering someone the other day to the airport, girl in the back goes "So what seat do you have?" "Oh. Seat 17."

News comes out with more 17 this and 17 that, like Netflix, Disney, etc.

The very company I work at tells me our profits are $17M for the month. Last year, we did $170M for the year.

I need to collect date of birth for the job I'm in - what's your day of birth? "January 7th, 1971." "Of course it is" I mumbled under my breath.

Now we of course have Trump on 711.

Elon tweeted the 711 gas station sign two years ago with the prices reflecting 7.11.

I know Q is the 17th letter. Upon research, it's a top secret clearance given out by, specifically, the Department of Energy.

What could all of this 17 stuff mean? Could it simply mean "company XYZ is part of the plan." or perhaps "this is part of the script."

I don't know why it's coming into my daily life, though, within my work and personal. There's much in the bible related to 17, as well. I'll even get phone notifications from biblical scripture that are 17:1. Or I'll get "try the top 17 recipes of the summer." Why 17 recipes? Why not 15? Why not 20? 10?

I'll browse tweets and, as I'm looking at them, they have 17 retweets, 1711 views, with 17 comments. Non stop.

I'd really like to understand more about 1) why this number is showing in my life and 2) what it truly means

My side tin foil hat theory is that nueralink is actually starlink. Perhaps we are all having thoughts subliminally placed into our heads. Like if you're 17ed, you're following this plan and starlink is pinging us and creating this reality. Then there's an entirely different reality for those who took the vax - like they got "shifted" like the movie "The Shift." lol. My brother doesn't look like the same person anymore. My mother's eyes changed from BROWN to BLUE. Again, this is tinfoil hat conspiracy type stuff that has no basis.

GME has earnings on 6/11 - 6 is an inversion of 9, 911? Game stops?

But overall, what are your thoughts on what this number means? It cant be coincidence anymore. Maybe 7/11 is the new 9/11? I dont know. Spitballing. Making me feel nuts seeing this everywhere lol

It's also 'Lets Go Elect Wakeup'

In simple gematria it's 'you were chosen by god', 'the rise of the phoenix', 'sudden rapture soon', and 'trust your heart.'

Interestingly enough, in simple gematria, 'Trump Trial' by itself is the same as 'Donald J Trump' as well as 'Saved in Jesus', 'Finished Cross', and 'Spirit Birth.'

Found this interesting and wanted to share. I know most of the time this stuff doesn't matter and we can pick and choose whatever we want since it's a big list - but either way, with discussions of blackouts, 3 days of darkness, all those things ... seemed worth pointing out.

I know we've all expected some kind of shoe to drop for a really long time.

And I'm going through my own personal issues now... and I know the world has quite a bit going on as far as problems and things to be concerned with - inflation, physical wars, psychological warfare, cern, so many things

But honestly. Something just feels ... off. I can't really put into words what the feeling is. For lack of words, it just simply feels like something very bad is on the horizon - like days away. I'm feeling like apocalyptic type. It's almost like a gut or intuition feeling.

To add to it, things just don't feel normal. Like this reality, the fabric of this reality just don't feel the same as they did 4 years ago. Sure, that could be demoralization tactics that are being used. But I've had some very, very odd things occur that I just simply can't explain.

Feeling really uneasy last few days, like we are teetering on something massive. Does anyone else feel this way?

Guys ...

I'm at the point now where I just don't even want to be living anymore. I either want to just die or check myself into a psych ward.

Every single day we are under spiritual warfare. There is an argument about SOMETHING that creates a massive amount of tension. Things are taken out of context constantly. Conversations are not normal - any conversation, words are pulled and those words are debated rather than the full statement of the conversation.

Today's argument was that my youngest daughter took my 20 year old daughter's coloring book and colored a fucking page in it. My wife was telling me how "terrible" this is because our youngest needs to understand boundaries and know that it's "not her property" and respect her older sister's things. I really didn't think it was that big of a fucking deal. The kid wanted to color a page. Cool. She's being creative. Turns into this whole fucking thing where my youngest is screaming and crying and my wife is screaming at her that she needs to "BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR ACTIONS!" and then my oldest yelling alongside it and I'm trying to break everything up. Then when I try to do so I'm "undermining and not backing it up." I've told my youngest that she does need to respect other peoples things and not take things without asking, that its not right, and that she wouldnt like if someone did that to her things. But it honestly feels stupid to even have this conversation. I discipline her just fine and she's a good girl. She just wants to be a damn kid. I've tried to have the conversation of not creating mountains out of ant hills with my wife. Doesn't matter, in fact it makes things worse, with things like "I'M NOT GOING TO DISMISS HER BEHAVIOR!". This is just ONE example of hundreds. I deal with insane shit like this on the freaking daily.

Hours later, she knocks on her door (per Mom's request) to tell her that dinner is ready, to which she screams at her and tells her "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" which leaves her crying again. I tell her this is not acceptable behavior, that she was sent to tell her FOOD WAS READY and she's a messenger.

But then it's "I'm taking her side!" Then wife agrees that oldest shouldnt have acted that way in that specific moment. Yet then they decide to go watch a dating show together for three hours and laugh and act like nothing even happened - send our youngest to bed, if I say anything about it I'm 'undermining', and they get to enjoy laughing hysterically at some stupid materialistic bullshit tv show all the while hurting my daughter's feelings and destabilizing her emotions.

I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind. I really, really do. I have no outlets. I have no money to leave. I really feel like every day I am living in an actual nightmare. And I mean that in a non cliched way. I feel like I'm literally dreaming a nightmare and everyone has failed to wake me up.

I'll give another example: My wife does dog sitting. She watched this one dog and agreed to accepted cash app for payments. So we've watched him a few times. The most recent time, she was not paid. We're struggling with finances. The balance owed is $500. She literally said to me "WHAT SHOULD I DO IN THIS SITUATION." I gave my advice. She decided, since they've booked with us in the past, and that they're nice people, she wasn't going to contact them and ask for payment. I told her she needs to reach out and ask nicely if perhaps they forgot or something, maybe like "Hey I know you guys have a lot going on but I wanted to let you know I didnt receive payment yet." She straight up freaked out on me about this - that her decision was her decision and why was I not respecting her decision to not reach out to them. I'm like uh ... because they didn't pay you ... for your services ... and we need to pay our bills ... like ... what? "THIS IS HOW I FEEL. THEY ARE GOOD PEOPLE, THEY ARE NOT TRYING TO SCREW US. I TOLD YOU I DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE ASKING THEM FOR IT, WHY CANT YOU RESPECT THAT?!" then created an entire argument around this. Like ... an argument with me .. about not getting paid from a client ... and me suggesting she get paid. It literally makes zero freaking sense. I cannot reason with her. Whatsoever. Nothing is within any type of rational thinking.

I really am at the point where I just want to end life. I just have this tiny, tiny sliver left that is saying "that's Satan, kick him out."

I don't know how much more of this I can do. I really dont, yall. I don't know. I cannot afford to leave. I have like $500. I'm really at the point where I'm thinking that this has been the end of my life for a long time and I've not realized it - that it's just time to end life. I'm clinging on because of my kids. That's it. But if I'm going to be pitted against them and everyone, then what even is the purpose. Why am I here. I wake up every day to go to work and just pray to God for his strength because I can't muster an ounce of energy. I am at the point where I'm quite sincerely going to have a mental breakdown.

Add on top if it I have my mother who is a complete narcissist texting me and telling me how hurt she is that I only come visit a few times a month and how wrong that is of me and how I should be over there at least a few times per week. And how she never feels good - then I suggest some things - then those things aren't good enough - it's just non freaking stop. Then telling me that she's going to die soon and why am I not doing more for her.

This entire planet is trying to drain every ounce of energy I have. I wish I could just go get my own little apartment somewhere with my daughter. Just can't afford to do so, and I'm working two jobs. The time that I have off is just filled with arguments and anger. I have no peace and no downtime to myself.

Someone please help me. Please.

I've posted about all of the hardship. How I'm working multiple jobs, exhausted, we are going through a divorce (yet she refuses to file), etc.

She's been randomly dog sitting for this one dog and now she hits me with the fact that they asked us to adopt it.

I told her I can't do this, we already have a dog, and that I can't add additional responsibility to my life right now.

She also told my kids that we were adopting it before ever even consulting with me on it. So freaking wrong. So now I'm the bad guy, "dad doesn't want the dog, he'll just have to go to the pound."

What am I supposed to do in this situation? Sorry for all of my posts that seem silly. But ya'll... this life is really trying to screw with me.

I've already said yeah, well where would this dog, and our dog, be once we're separated? "Oh we'd take turns, so you'd have them one week and then I have him one week." NO! I don't have the capacity! And when I say it, I get this response: "WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO START SHIT. IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. HE NEEDS A HOME. YOU KNOW THE KIDS LIKE HIM."

Am I the asshole here? I get one hour to myself each night. That's it. My life is filled with work, more work, raising kids, shower, eat, read my bible for an hour, bed.

Help me make sense of this.

I posted here previously about my hardships.

Ya'll, I'm working a full time job and a part time job to make ends meet. I'm gone from 7 am until 8-9 pm. By the time I get home my child is getting ready for bed (having spent the day with her Mom). She wants to play with me. It crushes me. She asks to stay up and play games with me and occasionally I do, but it ultimately wipes me out. Usually I have to get home, eat my food, take a shower, go to bed within 30-40 minutes.

I am so burned out.

If she asks to play, at least 50% of the time I say yes because I of course love her and want to spend time with her and I know she needs that. But when I do, it adds even more exhaustion to my plate. I feel like I never have any time to myself - maybe a few hours on a Sunday. We always spend time on the weekends. I should mention that she's extremely needy and often it's like "What? We just went to the water park two days ago and had the whole day together!" I don't know what more to do. I feel like I can't make her happy. I can't make myself less exhausted. Can't make enough money. This economy sucks.

I keep praying, keep leaning on God, keep meditating, keep listening to scripture, read scripture with her, ... I dont know what more to do. I don't even know how i'm going to make it through this work week, honestly. I keep falling to my knees in prayer. God please pull me out of this or give me the wisdom to learn what you're trying to show me. Please pray. Sigh.

First and foremost, I appreciate everyone's prayers and suggestions. This has been a very difficult time and it's been even harder not having a community. I'm so thankful to have found community here. Thank you.

For reference, this is in regards to this post: https://greatawakening.win/p/17t1fU9bUd/please-say-some-prayers-for-me-a/c/

Some people said I should snoop on her phone and see if I can get to the bottom of what's going on.

She left the house today and left her phone. Pretty bizarre that she did that. She never does that. Where'd she go? Who knows. I didn't ask. She was gone about two hours - honestly - I don't care and asking just shows clinginess. Going to cheat? I don't know. Saw that on our cameras she was wearing a bathing suit, so probably going to the beach. Though oddly enough there wasn't a speck of sand in the car. Hm.

Anyway, I actually feel like she left her phone as a test to see if I'd go on it (once you unlock it, the notifications disappear, so it's obvious someone was using it). She left it sitting right on the kitchen table. She knew I had my lunch break coming up and probably figured I'd try. Or maybe she just sincerely forgot her phone, who knows. I tapped it once - several notifications, but nothing that alarmed me. I didn't unlock the phone. Instead, I went and grabbed her computer. Messages are not linked up. Weird. But photos from her phone are synced.

What did I find?

Well, to elaborate on something ya'll dont know, her ex-husband passed away several years ago (4+ years ago now). I was there for her during this. It was really hard on her and, to be honest, it was really hard on me, but in a different way. Not trying to sound narcissistic, it was just really weird and difficult to watch your spouse of over a decade mourn the loss of her ex and have to comfort her over that. I did my best and went through it with love. It wouldn't have felt so weird if it didn't last so long - maybe a few weeks? She spent nearly a few months crying - every day was just straight miserable. We still have some of his belongings here in our house, alongside some of his ashes. It's weird.

Well, lo and behold, I see all these saved photos to her phone. Like each and every one saved every few days, every few weeks, over the last several months. All photos of him, photos of him and her together, variety of things that were all screengrabs from Facebook. Old comments on his facebook page from random people that say "We miss you", etc. Odd because we share a facebook account and I don't see that in the Facebook history log - guess she deleted it.

So this is weird. Maybe she's still in some kind of weird denial that she shouldn't have married me, should have stayed with him? I dont know. Note: I am not a 'homewrecker' - they were divorced for two years before we met. And in fact, what's weird as absolute hell, is she told me when we met the exact following quote: "He was such a terrible person - when we separated, I never went back. Not once. I never once went back." And I did see over the years just how he was with his outbursts and abuse. She loathed him while he was alive. Now that he's gone, he's a hero.

What are ya'lls thoughts on this? This is extremely unhealthy.

I've taken a lot of time to reflect. Here's what I've figured out that I need to be doing, at least for myself right now.

-Time to man up -Bought several books on masculinity -Bought some dumbbells for the house -Signed up for a gym membership -Read some articles and watched some videos on posture - going to stop carrying myself with a slouch and start being proud of who I am.

Time to present myself as a man and not be whiney about all this. We'll see what happens.

With ya'lls prayers, I can say that it has definitely helped my strength. A few days ago I felt like I was at the end. Like literally just the complete end of it all. Today, even with the above mentioned things, I felt a sense of strength. And, honestly, hope.

Thank you everyone.

I am honestly not certain where to post this. This is very lengthy. Please do not jump on this post to belittle me - I've sincerely had enough pain over the years. I’m a very private person, and this is really doxxing my life by getting into these stories that I am about to share. But I am sincerely at a point that I don’t know where else to go, what else to do, or who else to talk to. I know this is not a forum designed for counseling or assistance but I am at the bottom mentally, emotionally, financially, and physically. And I don’t know how to get up again. (And I say physically, because the stress of everything has had me lose nearly 40 lbs of weight).

In all ways, I am in between a rock and a hard place. I see no way out and no path to any type of future.

So… here goes my story.

One evening, my wife and I were lying in bed. She told me I was her soul mate and she could never ask for anyone else on this planet. It was literally about one week later, which was exactly 15 months ago, that she randomly came to me and said “I’m not in love with you anymore, I want a divorce.” My mind was in such a complete shock that I don’t even know how to describe the process it was going through to attempt to comprehend what in the world possibly happened to change things. For months and months I rode my bicycle just to get away and cry to myself not just from the pain of it but from the 'not knowing' part.

So, the simple solution here would be for her to move out. She refused to move out, even up unto this day, she will not move out. I got in contact with an attorney, and he advised me that she should be the one leaving. Unfortunately our finances do not allow for either of us to go anywhere or do anything. (and I say she refuses because I mean that, in a sense, she has friends she could live with. They are not in the same city, but she does have good friends that she's known for decades).

I battled this so hard and was unable to ever get an answer from her as to what happened to our 10+ years of marriage and what made her choose this path. “I’m not happy anymore”, “it is what it is”, “what do you want me to do about it,” “I can’t change how I feel”, are the responses I got. I felt, and still feel, crushed.

Over the course of nearly a year I worked on trying to fix anything and everything - trying to identify any problems, trying my best to rekindle things, and, for a very brief moment, she said we’d “see what happens.”

About four months ago she randomly came to me again and this time said we needed to be in separate rooms.

I sincerely feel like I am being emotionally and psychologically tortured. I have to see her every day and still have conversations about her schooling, what she’s doing in life, etc., but somehow separate in my mind that we are just ‘friends’ at this point. I have seen no one else - nor has she (to the best of my knowledge). About once every few weeks, she’ll attempt to have a blow out argument with me over things that make no sense - like if a fork was left on a counter, or if I did something that, in her mind, wasn’t right. I say attempt because I refuse to give my energy to any of it. I just can't. I have to keep things peaceful for my child.

I feel like I am literally in purgatory and that I cannot ever escape, as if I'm in a black hole that has sucked me up and will not allow me to leave.

My interest is ensuring that my daughter is not wound up in all of this. At the end of the day, she sees and hears things and wonders if Mom and Dad are going to make things work; it’s not fair to her to have to go through this. I spend a lot of extra time trying reading her scriptures about love, happiness - overall trying to give her a solid, positive environment. All the while, ya'll, I am slowly turning to dust.

I sent my wife a text that, if it was typed on word, must have been at least 3-4 pages long. She gave me no response - the underlying message was that I needed to know what we were doing so that we could begin moving on with our lives and determining what the future would look like, custody, etc. I approached her and asked her the next day and she said “How do you want me to reply?” To which I asked her if this was what she was wanting. All I got was a “…yeah.” So, after 15 months, I finally decided it was time to go ahead and file the paperwork. Yet I sit here wondering what that’s even going to do - I can’t afford to file it and, even after I file it, we’re still here - stuck in some weird limbo/purgatory.

To compound all of this, I work one full time job and one part time job and still just barely make the ends meet. And I am just continuing to push and push for my daughter. I am constantly putting off one bill to pay another - fronting my current paycheck to pay a bill that was due two weeks ago, etc. We have one car and it was purchased when the used car market was sky high - so now we’re ridiculously upside down on it and there’s no way out of that. Even if one of us could move, the other one of us does not have transportation.

We have sold nearly everything we own (as we moved into a furnished house), outside of a couch, a dining table, our computers, a few random miscellaneous things. I am now really starting to believe the "you will own nothing" phrase.

I cannot afford to leave. I do not see any situation that would ever grant me the ability to afford to leave because I am working so hard just to pay the bills we currently have. I have no resources at my disposal. None. I found a little 600 square foot place that I figured my daughter and I could move to but I can't a) cover the move-in costs, b) ensure that my spouse has somewhere to go, and c) I don’t meet the requirements due to income levels, anyways.

I thought about just renting a room somewhere - and literally the only rooms I can find for rent are 2 hours away from my daughter’s school. She suffers from autism and I absolutely cannot pull her out of the school she’s in. I need to stay living in the same area to ensure she has the education that will allow her to succeed in this life.

To add to all of this, throughout the last four years, we've had six deaths in our family and I think the its really taken its toll on both of us.

And now, my only friend, who told me I didn’t even need friends because she’d never hurt me and always be the one to be there for me, doesn’t want to be around me anymore.

I literally do not know how much more gas is left in my tank, y’all.

Ultimately, I’ve determined we need to pay off the current vehicle, or at least get us out of it, have a second mode of transportation, file the divorce, and ensure that we each have a place to live while we raise our daughter - even if it’s just a small 300-500 square foot space. I don’t care.

If anyone has any coping techniques, skills, suggestions, or just anything, that would be sincerely appreciated. I went to one of our local churches who informed me they had events on Wednesday evenings and I can’t make time to go because I’m at work during those times. I literally cried in front of the Pastor and the most he could tell me was "I'm sorry - maybe you could attend one of our groups on Wednesday." I texted another Pastor from an old church we used to attend and his response was "we will pray for you!" Literally seems like no one cares.

If you all know of anything. Anything at all. Please let me know.

*I must note that I am absolutely not considering taking my life nor would I ever. I have a daughter to support and she is the reason I continue to go everyday. I will say, however, I am so very weary and I am almost completely out of strength. I continue to rely on Christ for my strength and pray daily for wisdom to see what he's trying to show me as well as for his mercy through this time.

Thank you all for reading. I have no one aside from my daughter, and I obviously cannot discuss this stuff with a child. So even a comforting word or message is appreciated. Or if perhaps you've been in a similar situation or story, I'd love to hear from you.

Edit: Thank you to the mods for pinning this, it means a lot.

Edit 2: Thank you all for your prayers, comments, and suggestions. It sincerely means so much to me. I have had no one to talk to about these things so it truly means a lot to me. Thank you so much. Really nice to know that there are so many here who believe in God, too, and encourage that. Never knew I had a family here. Truly a special community here - thank you.

Edit 3: I'm getting mixed messages. Do you guys think I should be filing for the divorce? or just continue to hold out and wait until she files? keep in mind this has been going on for over a year now.

EDIT 4 AND UPDATES: Some people said I should snoop. She left the house today and left her phone. Pretty bizarre that she did that. Where'd she go? Who knows. I didn't ask. (She was gone about two hours - honestly - I don't care and asking just shows clingyness.) I actually feel like she did this as a test to see if I'd go on her phone. She left it sitting right on the kitchen table. I tapped it once - several notifications. But i didn't unlock the phone. Instead, I went and grabbed her computer. Messages are not linked up. Weird. But photos are. What did I find? Well, to elaborate on something ya'll dont know, er ex-husband passed away several years ago (4+ years ago now). I was there for her during this. It was really hard on her and, to be honest, it really hard on me, but in a different way. Not trying to sound narcissistic, but it's weird and difficult to watch your spouse of over a decade mourn the loss of her ex and have to comfort her over that. I did my best and went through it with love. (She spent nearly a few months crying - every day was just straight miserable). Well, lo and behold, I see all these saved photos to her phone. Like each and every one saved every few weeks. All photos of him, photos of him and her together, variety of things that were all screengrabs from Facebook. Odd because we share a facebook account and I don't see that in the Facebook history log - guess she deleted it. So this is weird. Maybe she's still in some kind of weird denial that she shouldn't have married me, should have stayed with him? I dont know. Note: I am not a 'homewrecker' - they were divorced for two years before we met. I've taken a lot of time to reflect. Here's what I've figured out. -Time to man up -Bought several books on masculinity -Bought some dumbbells for the house -Signed up for a gym membership -Read some articles and watch some videos on posture - going to start carrying myself without a slouch. Time to present myself as a man and not be whiney about all this. We'll see what happens.

Very serious question. It's NOT a pattern recognition thing. Not at all. It can't be.

I work in a call center. I taking calls three days ago. Each and every single call I have been on, the person has told me 17 related to SOMETHING. "We make $17k", "I live at 17 West XYZ street", date of birth, oh, it's 1/17, etc etc. It's gotten to the point where I'm on a call and I'm like okay and what's your address and I'm anticipating the words - then when I was anticipating it, I got 7117 Lol. I can't even make any of this up.

I leave the house, come to a red light, car pulls up next to me - tag is 17. Go into the store, come out, car parked next to me, 17.

Someone please help me understand what the significance of seeing this number repeated over and over means. There must be something God is trying to tell me or show me. I've read a few different things:

It means you're on the right path and to keep going

additionally read it means God's completion

then alternatively I've read

It means you need to search your emotions

Anyone have any idea?