" abyss of wailing about life and loathing everything in it, including myself. When I’m there, sinking in the muck of despair, no amount of affirmation can pull me up. Until I realize that I belong there, until I see that there isn’t an ounce of love for anyone else in me (at least none that’s being expressed), until I’m broken by my own unworthiness to join a community of perfect love, I will think someone should rescue me. If someone tries, I won’t be grateful. I will wonder why they took so long in coming. Like you, I’m capable of walking out of a movie theater when the reason it was rated R becomes apparent, or extending kindness, including money, to hurting friends, or preaching a sermon on holiness—and doing "

― Larry Crabb , The Pressure's Off: There's a New Way to Live