I am almost stunned by the sheer honesty manifested by the C.S. Lewis in
A Grief Observed. Probably it was more about modesty that he admited doubts on Christianity as he lost his dearest wife. Lots and lots of questions were yelled at God during his suffering.
Though unmatched to his talents as well as his degree of suffering, from his book I found great comfort that I was not alone on re-thinking faith. God could be not making sense. Faith could be concussed. Grief was allowed. It is not about how long you have been a Christian or how much you know, it's about faith being tested to its extreme, especially for Type 5 in this case.
Here are some excerpts from the naked Lewis which I share resonance:
"Not that I am (I think) in much danger of ceasing to believe in God. The real danger is of coming to believe such dreadful things about Him. The conclusion I dread is not 'So there's no God after all,' but 'So this is what God's really like. Deceive yourself no longer."
"I have a ghastly sense of unreality, of speaking into a vaccum about a nonentity."
"It is easy to say you believe a rope to be strong and sound as long as you are merely using it to cord a box. But suppose you had to hang by that rope over a precipice. Wouldn't you then first discover how much you really trusted it?"
"I am more afraid that we are really rats in a trap. Or, worse still, rats in a laboratory."
"The faith ... was not faith but imagination."
"Only under torture does he discover it himself."
"The more we believe that God hurts only to heal, the less we can believe that there is any use in begging for tenderness."
"After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies."