God... All generations ask questions about His existence. Each person has the right to decide for himself whether to believe in God or not. I once believed in God... I was sure that He existed and did not allow doubt. But after what happened to me... I can't believe in Him anymore. It's not even out of resentment towards Him because of what happened to me. Just at one moment I realized that if He existed, He would not allow good people to suffer. There is so much cruelty and injustice in the world. Maybe there was a God once, but now... He has left us! I no longer have the hope and faith that I had before. There is darkness in my soul. And this darkness surrounds me and drags me deeper and deeper into the abyss. Sometimes I regret that I just didn’t die... Death is better than such a life. I am sure about that! Nothing and no one can help me!