Alive...
Alive. I am alive...
How many of you felt the numbing cold pain of death? How many of you felt the fear of never waking up? How many of you closed your eyes and heard people telling you to wake up?
Tis a sad thing to throw one's life away. I was so foolish doing so.
February 14, 2009. I will never forget the nightmares I had to face that day.
All because of what? Not being able to go to my "friends, beloved, and God?" Because of them, I nearly died in vain for something selfish and unattainable. Yet when I lied in that empty bed recovering, they never saw me. Not even once. Swallowing more than 90 Tylenol PM pills just for what? Nothing but harming myself and causing worry to my family and those that actually take care of me, the group home.
I wil never forgive the church for all the harm they have done. They ruined my life, from the time they told me to stop my medication to forcing me to do a suicide attempt. I will always say this,
God is dead. I am alive.