Hello!

Hi there. I attempted my life in 2016 also, under much different cirumstances. Without giving too many details, I was basically backed up into a corner that I felt I couldn't get out of. I overdosed deliberabely on my own prescription meds, and tried to make it look like an accident. God kept me alive, even though 12 hours had gone by before I was found by a friend (whom I'm convinced God purposefully put in my life). He gave me a second chance, as I am sure you were given.

May He continue to bless you in your walk with Him, fellow new person here!

Welcome! I have severe depression. I leaned on Jeremiah 29:11 for several years. I realized that thinking of taking my own life meant I wasn't trusting God's promises. I've had some recent doubts, but I'm starting to pull out of it. God miraculously saved me 20 years ago from a car accident where the doctors said i would be dead or a vegetable, so God must have a purpose for me, right? Anyhow, thank you for sharing your story. If you ever need an understanding friend, I'm here for you. God bless!

The story about you finding that Bible was kind of like mine.

I was in such a bad moment and I had an urge to find a little plastic cross that was in my old night table drawer, it made me be in peace just for holding it, that was my revelation.

My name is Caitlin and I'm 21 from the UK.
I was saved in 2016 after almost committing suicide.
I have always felt the pull of our Lord all my life but didn't want to speak out due to society's judgement. What would people I hung around with think if I told them I was religious? Would they think I was a prude or a weirdo?
I was drugged one night as a teen and I begged for death. I was in so much pain and was so scared I asked my dad to kill me as I lay in the back of a police car.
Eventually I moved on but three years later I was in college and had a breakdown. I planned to kill myself I stopped eating, showering, brushing my teeth everything until my Mum took me to the doctor and I simply said "I don't want to be here anymore." Weeks later I remembered I had an old Bible from highschool and felt a desire so strong I cannot put into words to find this Bible. Ripped my house apart looking for it and I finally did.
I confessed my sins (and trust me I did a lot of stupid things) and opened a relationship with God. It's funny now I think about it like He was waiting for me the whole time.
Now I have severe PTSD from that night and other serious traumatic events (I've been beaten, had a loaded gun to me so many near death experiences) and I haven't left my house properly in six years because of the panic attacks and triggers. There are days I ask the Lord why I'm still alive, why is there constant fear in my head but love for life and love for the Lord in my heart? With Him I don't feel like a victim I feel like light shines through out me, He makes me never want to be weak again. I pray everyday.
I've been in therapy and am currently in EDMR but I've always wanted Christian friends to pray with, to discuss the Bible and His love. The struggles I have with faith sometimes, the struggles of everyday. I never had any Christian friends and I do feel alone because it is such a big part of my life and who I am.
I'm fighting for the happiness our Lord shows me in my dreams. I'm fighting for the love He has blessed me with and the dreams I want to make reality.
I want to love, to give and be happy all through Jesus Christ.