=Please Note That This Is A TRUE Event, Not A Made Up Fairy Tale. Information Has been Left Out Purposely To Conceal The Identity Of All Parties Involved=
Recently, I almost killed myself. It's compltely true, I almost foolishly took my own life. But not for fun, or because I'm a cultist. But because I'm an emotional wreck at times.
Through my own doings and a few moments of stupidity, I lost two of my closest friends, both of which I cared for, and probably still do. I did things I shouldn't have and didn't do things that I should have. The fight ensuing left me with one friend wanting me out of their life and dead I assumed. The other, equally angry but maybe not wanting my death.
I was destroyed and immeadiatly jumped to the notion that I shouldn't be alive anymore. I made one last effort to pull myself together and texted the one person I thought could help. I waited, but recieved no reply. Thinking I was truly alone and hated by all, I stole a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Just as I was about to swallow a hand full of pills, my phone went off. It was the person I tried calling earlier.
With a cracked voice and eyes filled with tears, I told her what her what happened and what I was about to do. She talked to me for what felt like in hour. In that time, she had picked me up, dusted me off, and turned my life around.
I really didn't deserve any of the kind words she said. I had woken her up at an ungodly hour, just to cry. She should have been angry, she had every right to be, but she wasn't. She was kind and gentle with in her words and without her I wouldn't be here right now.
I owe my life to her. She must be a God sent Gaurdian Angel, because I'd be dead without her support and care.
So to all of you out there who feel there's nothing left to live for, that you're better off dead, hold off for a few minutes and make a phone call or two.
