Your prayers have been ending abruptly in silence, in tears, in confidence, in the turning back towards me.

Stepping out of yourself, out of the one who needed prayer, who needed an intervention, who needed a miracle, the minute you see through

what it is you think you need, when you wake up in the midst of that hallucination,

that you're waiting on something, waiting for someone, waiting for it, that thing that

will complete you, that will solve the problem, that will solve the anxiety, your suffering ends today.

That anxiety, that stress that has turned into anxiety ends today.

You're seeing through it with me.

And that's saying too much because it doesn't need to be seen through.

You don't have to see through an illusion.

You just know it is an illusion.

Don't give it your attention.

Give me your attention.

And notice what happens.

That body softens.

That cry of desperation turns into a cry of victory. You still think it's too good to be true.

That you're not good enough for a healing, for a miracle, for a changing, for a complete level up.

But you have. You have already. I love you.