Whiffey, I'm glad to better understand by your comment on the road to Damascus...rather than using Ms Sayer. Her complexities were so often brought on upon herself. And whilst I would never suggest that Paul didn't get himself into a right pickle from time to time, he never lost that all important sense of wonderment as well as his continual questioning of himself.
I don't wish to minimalise what your emotions are. However, in my lowest points in life; when I've crawled on the floor, crying out in anguish, asking how can we suffer so, the greatest answer has always been to go outside and look around and find others who are suffering as well and then do something about it.
I see the most grotesque and barbaric causes of suffering every month. But when I reach out to those strangers, I find that I am renourished, I have much greater clarity, and am able to see where my journeys have taken me.
I can say, with hand on heart, without those sufferings, I would never been able to serve as I do.
If I could just slightly guide you away from Croydon's cemetery, and more into where there's life, you may find some of the answers you are seeking.
I shall hold you in my thoughts, whatever your decision
Fr Bill