How can God possibly love me?

How can God possibly love me? I genuinely don’t understand.

Everything I do, everything I work for, ends up as nothing. I lose it, it crumbles away, and it becomes unobtainable. I keep losing people. I keep failing. And everyone tells me it’s not my fault, it’s just bad luck.

This whole past year, I’ve felt like this. People tell me, “Read Job. God has a plan. God loves you.” But how? Genuinely, how? What good can come from this? Where is the compassion? Where is the comfort?

It feels like everything withers away, like God has it out for me. And I’m supposed to hold onto faith in Him? To trust that He loves me? When, clearly, it feels like He utterly hates me?

I don’t get it. I really don’t. I just want it all to go away. I just want to be able to move forward without everything crashing down and hurting me.

I know you might say God isn’t a wish-granter, I know. When I pray, I don’t ask for miracles. I just hold on to faith, secretly hoping in my heart that tomorrow will be better. But it never is. Never.