Often, I get asked what the one thing is that saved my life, following my suicide attempt. It’s laughable to think there’s some magic pill, but I understand people are looking for something, anything to give them the hope that things will get better.
What saved me? Jesus.
Now before you close this page, thinking “here's another religious nut, telling me Jesus fixes everything,” just hear me out. I’m not talking about the shirt and tie Jesus, who shudders when someone says the word “crap”. We often hear that Jesus preached at The Fundamental First Church of the Self-Righteous, but that’s not the One who saved me. As a matter of fact, that image of Jesus held me in bondage for twenty-five years.
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