I began following Amy a while back as I began my own personal journey to share hope and love as a believer living with bipolar disorder. This past week, Amy took her own life, and the community is heartbroken.
Many days we are trying to stay above the waters, and those same days you do the same for you while helping us. You are a treasure. You are a rare and precious jewel, and we could not do this without you.
“I just found your daughter trying to hang herself.”
Yesterday, as my loved one attempted suicide, I had no choice but to finally face my fear and to be strong enough to step forward in faith of the unknown.
This is me. Feeling overwhelmed by the juggling of emotions I have been managing for some time now. This is me, crying tears I thought dried up long ago.. This is me so completely lost that I don't want to look ahead, it frightens me. This is me feeling like a failure.
This has been a long day, and one I hope to forget soon. I know that is not the answer- but some days it just seems to be easier to wish such foolish things, if even for a brief second.
I searched the pockets cautiously, hoping God was wrong-yes, I literally hoped He, God, was wrong.
Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?