Bipolar Life- Depth of Despair

Every night I thought of the guns, or pills, or even the rafters in the garage. I thought of dying more than I thought of living. Death just seemed easier. It may sound selfish to someone on the outside, it may be, but my will to live was slipping away.

Psalm 71

Passing God's word onto the next generation.

Silent Songs of Sonsnow

"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.

My Life in Our Father's World

Love God - Love People - It's That Easy!!

The daily addict

The daily life of an addict in recovery

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