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A Hard Thing to Talk About

Today I want to talk about a super sensitive subject: Suicide. Suicide is the devil's handy work. I haven't lost someone personally to suicide, but I know people who have. I have seen how it affects those people. I have also had, not suicidal, but feelings and thoughts of worthlessness. I have wondered what it would be like if I had never been born. Wondered what everyone's lives would be like if I wasn't here. Wondered if everyone's life would be better. I've felt like all I do is cause problems and am such a big disappointment. The devil has tempted me, but God has brought me back. Every time I feel this way, I somehow make it back on top. I think people take those worthless feelings and the marinate. They ask for help. I know I have. I've been told that I'm just tired, or it's just a mood. That it's just life and things go wrong. I've felt like I've had no support. If someone tells you that they're depressed, listen to them. Listen to what they have to say. It could be the difference in life or death. Notice the symptoms of depression. If someone sleeps all the time, eats too little, or eats too much, ask them what's up. Don't brush it off. So many people commit suicide because they have reached out for help and none was given to them. These people that feel this way are not crazy. They need help. The devil has manipulated his way into their minds, slowly taking over their souls. He breaks them down piece by piece until he consumes them. It is my goal to share the word of Jesus Christ and the love of God. I want people to know they are not alone. I am here. My door is open. I will listen. I will not judge. I am going to change lives. I am going to move the devil out of people and help them find God. I have a friend who attempted suicide one time. I prayed for her every day, multiple times a day. And she told me when she got out of the hospital that while she was there, she could feel someone watching over her. He will protect you, He will save you, He will love you. You just have to realize that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And that light is Jesus Christ.

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