I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

table and unfolded Marisol’s list.

The names were generic—no flashy branding, no inspirational slogans. Just places. Numbers. Notes scribbled in the margins:

Long waitlist.

Ask about behavioral unit.

They will try to redirect you—insist.

I stared at the paper until my eyes burned.

Then I remembered my prayer in the hospital.

Take my health, take my house,continue reading …