One Second

My story starts when I was 11 years old. I hated life. I hated God. I hated everything. I got in trouble a lot and I was extremely rebellious. There was one point where I had done something really, really stupid and my dad had to go for a walk in the middle of a thunderstorm. I was scared and I felt very alone. I considered suicide, but in no way attempted it. Not yet anyway. By the time I was in eighth grade, I didn't have many friends. I got teased a lot and often found myself sitting alone at lunch and church and every other time... I cried myself to sleep just about every night. A big role model in my life verbally and physically abused me. Not horribly, like others have it, just a small amount. When I was thirteen, a friend of mine committed suicide and that was the hardest thing I ever went through. I didn't understand, because she always seemed so happy. Just a month later, I attempted suicide. Why? I was sick of living. I was sick of being teased, being alone and being "hated" by others. I didn't follow through though. Why not? A smile. A split second. So, I started following God again. One second can make a difference. Trust me. One second changed my life. Don't waste time in this world. Share about Jesus.
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