a7x said:
Actually, the thing is, whenever I posted here in this thread, it was always after a suicide attempt. I've done it before many years ago and I knew I wasn't going to do it.. but to be on the edge of the blade, or a cliff, it really messes with your head.
I thank EACH and EVERY one of you: you are in my prayers. Truly.
suicide: I am very familiar with that.
How you try and test yourself to see if you have the courage to do it, but your scared and all you want is to fall asleep peacefully and wake up and stop hurting and breathe in assurance before the day.
I know that feeling very well.
I swam those waters and found it was so deep that it had no bottom.
I chastized myself into doing it,wrists,pills, alternatives...
But no matter how dramatic my deciscion was...I knew I wanted to live and that I was a child in a tantrum.The torment of memories and living in the past was eating me and causing me to have scar tissue in my soul. I hated not having control over my feelings.Then it hit me that I will never get what I wanted ,and by living in the past, it prevented me from having a future.
A future.
How funny that sounded to me. To hear of happiness was just a word to me...a word I both desperately wanted and hated. I thought if I just not feel at all I would be ok. But the more I tried to deaden my heart I was feeling more pain, and plunging deeper. Too deep that others couldn't reach me.
At some point, I don't know when...for I lost track of time and time itself I think...but inside myself I prayed ....just let me breathe...once more...please...I don't want to be here ...alone...someone....anyone..help.
I had prayed in my soul....and looked up......someone was coming to my rescue.....someone that could swim to me where others couldn't reach.......no matter how deep I was...he wouldn't give up...without me.
I think when I "surfaced" and finally "breathed"........I cried.....everything in me cried..........I want to live....I want to live...please ...
teach me to live again........I don't know how.....I forgotten how...
He held me as I cried ...please..my head....it hurts, so bad.
I knew, that of all the persons that could stop the hurt...it was him.
My saviour......the one person that went deeper than any man had ever gone or could ever go.......gotten himself out. Only He, could understand.....and only He, knew how to teach me to live.
That man.......is my hero.......Jesus Christ.
It took time, but I learned and believed and applied. I trained my thoughts to focus on whatsoever is good and lovely; and I put into captivity the ones that held all bitterness. With His teaching I have a well-formed mind. Now all the things I was subject to, are now subject to me. I am victorious.
I am free.
So when it seems that you are alone and unreachable in depths of despair, remember to look up and take hold of that living hope that reaches for you, and never let go.
If thou prepare thine heart, and stretch out thine hands toward him;
If iniquity be in thine hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in thy tabernacles.
For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt ve stedfast, and shalt not fear:
Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.
And thou shalt ne secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety.
Job 11 : 13 - 18