I’m 22 years old. I don’t trust anyone. I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, major depressive disorder and post traumatic stress disorder. I rely on medication to keep me happy enough to stay alive. I forgot to pray. I haven’t prayed in a year. Why would God want to hear from a wasted miserable loser like me? When I was a child, I used to pray to be allowed to die. It didn’t happen.