I can’t be the encourager and you the discourager. I can’t tell you not to kill yourself while I’m over here cutting and getting blood all over my mattress and internally screaming out to God to strike me down right where I sit.
Being strong means pushing past pain, even when your mind is telling you it’s too much. Everyone, and I mean everyone, who encourages here is settled in his or her own personal cocoon of despondency. You may not see it, but verbalizing your struggle shows others that it’s normal to have this battle. I wish I had all the answers. I wish there was some combination of words I can say that’ll turn you away from the knife for good. But that, is a choice you have to make yourself. No one is going to strike you down, Gianna; here, or up in heaven. For what it’s worth, I believe in you.
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Gianna,
Being strong means pushing past pain, even when your mind is telling you it’s too much. Everyone, and I mean everyone, who encourages here is settled in his or her own personal cocoon of despondency. You may not see it, but verbalizing your struggle shows others that it’s normal to have this battle. I wish I had all the answers. I wish there was some combination of words I can say that’ll turn you away from the knife for good. But that, is a choice you have to make yourself. No one is going to strike you down, Gianna; here, or up in heaven. For what it’s worth, I believe in you.