Sanity

I think the worst part of grief is the feeling that I'm losing my sanity. There are so many facets to this and just when I think I moved past one facet or at least found something I can tell myself to get through, it starts over again. I start to ask the exact same questions again wondering why I can't find ANY ANSWER good enough to convince myself to move beyond that question and on to another one. Of all the questions I have, the biggest one is Why doesn't God realize how much I need his help right now? Why isn't he giving me answers to some of these questions; they cannot ALL be explained away with "God's ways are mysterious and we just won't know til we get to Heaven."
I have never been someone who puts God in a box. He created everything by his words, he formed man from dust and breathed life into him; It may sound naive, but I just don't see anything that God can't do. So, I sit here wondering why some people get revelations regarding their questions, but I don't.