If it weren’t for Jesus I might not be here right now. With all the crap I’m going through with my disorder and other stuff. I’m not being self-rightous, but I tried to take my life and He gave me a second chance. Made me keep going. I would have missed my great-nephew all together. Still have ideations every day and every night. But He won’t let go of me. Even when I wish He would. When I can’t take any more.