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@@ -6,6 +6,6 @@ I walked around the neighborhood afterward, trying to calm down, breathe deeply,
 
 If I had any doubt that Jeremy was right in suggesting journaling, I think it has been well and truly dashed by now.
 
-This feeling, then. It is somewhere between shame and guilt. It has that bitter-savory flavor to it. It makes my fur feel clumped and matted.
+This feeling, then. It is somewhere between shame and guilt. It has that bitter-savory flavor to it. It makes my fur feel clumped and matted. Why have I changed so much since leaving Saint John's that I cannot talk with God as I used to? I do not feel forsaken by Him, I really don't. So why do I feel so much less in His sight than I did before?
+
 
-If I cannot decide