Please pray for me. Hope you can give me a hand. I'm so scared with this feeling: the more I pray, the more unsafe I feel. I'm just sitting in my room to fight this helpless feeling by holding my breath. I want to puke. I feel so uncomfortable to sense what will happen in the next few hours or the next day. Got no one to talk to and I'm sure no one will come to me... What's the meaning/value of this life pattern?