I felt pain all the time, from friends, from family, and even from myself.  I couldn’t take away my pain from the inside so I decided to cover up with cutting.  I have always been able to deal with physical pain so it was easier to deal with pain on my arm and ignore the pain in my heart.

Then I couldn’t take life anymore, so that is when I decided to kill myself.  I sat down at the end of my bed knife in hand ready to slit my wrists.  I started to cut straight across my wrist but right before I came to the main vain in my wrist I couldn’t move the knife anymore.

Looking back I realized that was the first time I experienced God in my life.  God was right there holding that knife so I could not move it anymore.  Because of the mercy of God I am still here today and now I give everything I have to Him.