Hi all,
I am new to this posting board and thought that before I begin to post, which will be a lot, I thought I should give you my testimony, if that is alright, if not let me know and I will erase this post haste.
To begin with, I had the usual, or maybe quite unusual childhood.
My father and mother did not get along to say the least. My father had some problems with alcohol and did many sinful things. For example I remember being a kid and waking up in the middle of the night to screams. I ran into my sisters room to find my father on top of my mother on sisters bed with the telephone cord wrapped around my mothers neck, I didnt now if my mother was going to be killed. Growing up there were many similar experiences such as these that unfortunately have shaped who I am.
After the divorce of my parents I lived with my mother who was very emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive to my sister and I.
Somehow I made it through those experiences to finally make it too college.
College turned out to be a very tumultous experience for me. I began to drink, do all kinds of drugs and eventually was kicked out a very prestigous university and program.
I ended up in dead end jobs and my life spiraled down and out of control very quickly, I attempted suicide twice, which were both cries for help, well actually the first was a cry for help, the second I actually thought I was going to die, luckily my sister came home in time to stop me, and I ended up in a psychiatric hospital.
At the hospital, and actually beforehand I had been spiritually curious.
So at the hospital a minister who I was friends with came to visit with me and talked with me on the phone.
My so called friends, who I did drugs with never visited me in the hospital once, some friends they turned out to be...
Stay tuned as I pick up the story in 2and1/2hours...
I am new to this posting board and thought that before I begin to post, which will be a lot, I thought I should give you my testimony, if that is alright, if not let me know and I will erase this post haste.
To begin with, I had the usual, or maybe quite unusual childhood.
My father and mother did not get along to say the least. My father had some problems with alcohol and did many sinful things. For example I remember being a kid and waking up in the middle of the night to screams. I ran into my sisters room to find my father on top of my mother on sisters bed with the telephone cord wrapped around my mothers neck, I didnt now if my mother was going to be killed. Growing up there were many similar experiences such as these that unfortunately have shaped who I am.
After the divorce of my parents I lived with my mother who was very emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive to my sister and I.
Somehow I made it through those experiences to finally make it too college.
College turned out to be a very tumultous experience for me. I began to drink, do all kinds of drugs and eventually was kicked out a very prestigous university and program.
I ended up in dead end jobs and my life spiraled down and out of control very quickly, I attempted suicide twice, which were both cries for help, well actually the first was a cry for help, the second I actually thought I was going to die, luckily my sister came home in time to stop me, and I ended up in a psychiatric hospital.
At the hospital, and actually beforehand I had been spiritually curious.
So at the hospital a minister who I was friends with came to visit with me and talked with me on the phone.
My so called friends, who I did drugs with never visited me in the hospital once, some friends they turned out to be...
Stay tuned as I pick up the story in 2and1/2hours...
