Goodness, I left an unfinished post up while I went off to work. And came back to this irrational heated mess ... all over if God cares. WOW!
I'm more concerned about caring out here than if God cares right now.
And btw Trapped, two things that came to mind concerning you today, that might be helpful.
First, music is great medicine. I thought to tell you that when I heard the song
Don't Stop Believin' by Journey on the radio. Don't know why. Maybe it was this verse :
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Also : Laughter. They say laughter is the best medicine. I say, laughter is a secret of the cosmos. So I hope that you can at least find laughter. Are you able to at least laugh at yourself?
I've found that, where there is no laughter, there is problems.
Brother Trapped, just consider that you are a pimple on the ass end of creation, and have a healthy sense of humor about it.
Reminds me of, "a time to weep, and a time to laugh." Just leave out, "All is vanity, and vexation of spirit," from Ecclesiastes. Those were the days before Prozac.
One more btw. A sister very dear to me, that I've known since the 70s, started taking Prozac some years ago, after the LC, and it turned her life around.