Names have been removed and some details simplified to avoid a breach of my own sense of security and confidentiality of others.
Have you ever held a knife against your skin, but been too cowardly to cut? Have you ever knocked yourself out, in the hope that you don’t wake up? Depression and suicide. Two of the coldest, most clinical words I know for feelings that no amount of writing or talking can ever describe. This is my rather abbreviated story.
I was born into a Christian family, raised to believe that there was a God somewhere out there, yet everywhere at the same time, who loves […]