You can sit in a room full of people you have prayed with for years and still feel like the only one who no longer knows what they’re doing.   Nothing is “wrong.” You still show up, you still know the words, you still know how to act like someone whose faith is intact. But somewhere behind your breastbone, there is a thin, private ache that was not there before. You notice yourself hesitating when others speak with certainty. You find your head nodding while something in your