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I just wanted to give my testimony. Its not very good, but it is something that I feel like I want to do.
When I was little I was going to a Catholic church. I got my First Communion. Shortly after that I quit going. I would go once a year at the most.
When I was in the 5th grade, I began cutting myself and making myself vomit. I felt I could never be skinny enough. When I got to the 7th grade, I was cutting myself 5 and 6 times a day with razor blades. I began hearing voices and could not tell the difference between reality and the delusions. Some how I survived the 7th grade. Once I got into 8th grade, I was cutting so deep that if I would have gotten medical attention I would need stitches. I was put in a psychiatric hospital. I cut too deep and I weighted 71 pounds.
When I got there, I was mad at the world. I didn't want to get better. Some how I manged to get better. I entered the 9th grade 70% functional.Or so I thought. The second week of school, I took razor blades to school with every intention of hurting myself. I was arrested by my school resource officer. I was taken to the court house and while I was in the holding cell, I started praying. I had never really prayed. I prayed that I would not be sent to jail and would be release to my parents. The gaurd came in and said that I would be released. I looked up at the sky and said, Thank you Jesus!
After that, I knew that the reason I got out of that was because of the Lord. I could not have done it without the Lord. After I got home, I went in my room and started praying. A month later, I went to my aunt's church and have not stopped going. I think that everything that happened was meant to happen. I consider it my "wake up call to come to the Lord" I repented, was baptized and have recieved the gift of the Holy Ghost. I am now a Christian and a Pentecpstal person who believes in the Lord with all of their heart.
I would not trade it for the Lord. I am still battling with cutting and an eating disorder, but I feel like the Lord will give me strength. He has already gave me the strength to deal with the voices. I have not heared voices since I prayed to the Lord. I love the Lord and give Him all my praise!
When I was little I was going to a Catholic church. I got my First Communion. Shortly after that I quit going. I would go once a year at the most.
When I was in the 5th grade, I began cutting myself and making myself vomit. I felt I could never be skinny enough. When I got to the 7th grade, I was cutting myself 5 and 6 times a day with razor blades. I began hearing voices and could not tell the difference between reality and the delusions. Some how I survived the 7th grade. Once I got into 8th grade, I was cutting so deep that if I would have gotten medical attention I would need stitches. I was put in a psychiatric hospital. I cut too deep and I weighted 71 pounds.
When I got there, I was mad at the world. I didn't want to get better. Some how I manged to get better. I entered the 9th grade 70% functional.Or so I thought. The second week of school, I took razor blades to school with every intention of hurting myself. I was arrested by my school resource officer. I was taken to the court house and while I was in the holding cell, I started praying. I had never really prayed. I prayed that I would not be sent to jail and would be release to my parents. The gaurd came in and said that I would be released. I looked up at the sky and said, Thank you Jesus!
After that, I knew that the reason I got out of that was because of the Lord. I could not have done it without the Lord. After I got home, I went in my room and started praying. A month later, I went to my aunt's church and have not stopped going. I think that everything that happened was meant to happen. I consider it my "wake up call to come to the Lord" I repented, was baptized and have recieved the gift of the Holy Ghost. I am now a Christian and a Pentecpstal person who believes in the Lord with all of their heart.
I would not trade it for the Lord. I am still battling with cutting and an eating disorder, but I feel like the Lord will give me strength. He has already gave me the strength to deal with the voices. I have not heared voices since I prayed to the Lord. I love the Lord and give Him all my praise!
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