When I was little, I recall a time when my dad’s heart was heavy and our house was somber. His best friend, Craig, had taken his life and my dad had to identify his body.  Over the last decade, I’ve had two childhood friends and a cousin do the same. I have deep compassion for these families, friends and their losses, but admittedly, I don’t understand how they feel.  But what I have seen is that suicide is not the answer. I am thankful my couple of attempts failed. I have lived to see the goodness of God and his miracles in our comebacks.  He determined the day I would arrive and I trust his timing on the day I will depart. It’s too big of a burden to be responsible for the coming and going of one’s life. No matter how deep the valley, how dark the sky, how slimy the pit, there are people who need me (and you) in their lives.  I can not be replaced by anyone else. I love this verse about the preciousness of life when Jesus promised, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” Some of us may feel like our life has been stolen, but with Jesus, we can get it back.  I hope this encourages someone today. If I can pray for you, please feel free to shoot me an email at heather@wondherful.com.

disclaimer: I wrote this from personal experiences. I do not profess to have any professional education or training in this. #mentalhealth #mentalillness

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