My faith keeps me sane. No, I don’t mean it’s something close to a medicine or an opium. And no, I don’t mean it’s just something that I consider like a past time or a hobby that keeps me focused. My faith keeps me sane because kneeling down in prayer reminds me of my frailty and how much I need someone greater than I am. The moment I surrender and let go, I know I am safe. And I don’t have to worry anymore, and I don’t have to bear with the heartaches anymore, and I don’t have to be so alone anymore.