 Now I wasn't accusing God like I did at the beginning. Now I was saying, oh Lord, why did you let this happen? Why have you let them bring me back to this place where I was so broken before? Where are you? Because he's still silent. Why are you so silent? And I'm weeping. I'm weeping in my solitary confinement cell in this high security, very intense traumatic prison. And what comes out, even in my weeping,