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Because “Oh, God” isn’t a curse. It isn’t even really a prayer.

Here is the strange comfort I have found in the phrase “Oh, God.” Oh- God-

Listen to the sound you make. It is the truest thing you will say all day. It is the sound of a person who is alive enough to be surprised, vulnerable enough to be hurt, and human enough to call out into the dark. Because “Oh, God” isn’t a curse

The Weight of Two Little Words: “Oh, God…” It is the truest thing you will say all day

When you say it—really say it, from the gut—you are practicing surrender. You are admitting that you have run out of spreadsheets, plans, and contingency options. You are handing the steering wheel to something bigger than your anxiety.

Oh, God… here we go again.

We cry out to “God” in these moments because the phrase is a vessel for a feeling too large for our chests. It is a cry for a witness. We don’t need a deity to intervene; we just need the universe to acknowledge that this is happening . We need to mark the moment. We need to tell the void, “I see you, and I am afraid.”