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20.9.10

Hope's Journey - Suicide

Here I am, again, sitting on the bathroom floor, with a broken razor in my hand. Just enough of the cheap, blue, disposable, razor has been chipped away so that the sharp corners are exposed, exposed only enough to make some small cuts into the skin on my wrist.

“God what is wrong with me, why am I like this? This just isn't normal! AND I am a leader in a Church.”

This was my conversation with God not very long ago. Yet again, I was having another attack of "whatever"! I have no idea what it is that comes at me and I have no idea why I go there or even how I started going there in the first place. I have no idea what to call this “attack” so out of pure frustration I called it “whatever”. Whatever it is or whatever it means or what causes it, I just don’t know but whatever it is it simply has to go. Even though it is “whatever” which sounds very blasé it is still a very real place that I find myself in from time to time. Oh, and yes, you did read correctly, I am a leader in a Church. Are you confused yet? Well imagine how I must have felt at times like these. It simply doesn't add up, it doesn't make any sense at all. I love my life, I love God and I love my family... so what is this all about? Do I want to die? No! Do I want to self harm just for fun? No! For some reason I get to this place where I feel so hurt or so depressed that I just end up in this place, sitting on the bathroom floor with a razor in my hand... 
I guess you want to know what happened that day. Well I did cut myself with the razor. Not enough to kill myself because I actually didn't want to die. Why did I do it? I was fed up! Completely, totally and utterly fed up. Fed up of always ending up at this same place where I am wrestling in my mind. Fed up of being so messed up inside. Fed up of sitting on the bathroom floor resisting the devil and all the games he plays in my mind. Just totally and utterly fed up! Worst of all - I am a LEADER! In the past when I struggled it was still bad but I wasn't responsible for people in a congregation so it wasn't as bad... but this! This is just bad, very bad. How can this be, it can't be right? I will have to stop leading, this was my conclusion. God cannot bless this, how could he possibly bless me when I preach or sing or teach or advise young girls on how to have a great life. I sat on the bathroom floor that night totally fed up with the fight! Instead of crying out God this time I spoke to the devil. This is what I said:

“Satan I don't want to die, I am never going to kill myself. Surely my history shows you this! I am not brave enough to inflict the size of cut that it would take to kill myself. The pain alone would stop me from doing a proper job. I don't know why I am facing this AGAIN but I do love my life and really don't want to be having this conversation with you yet again. I am fed up of fighting you on this. I am never going to kill myself.”

I took the razor blade and made a few small scratches on my wrist!

“This is a far as I will ever go and you know this is the truth! If you want to keep bringing me to this place this is all you will get, a few scratches!”

I took the broken razor along with all the broken pieces lying on the floor, wrapped it up in toilet paper and hid it at the bottom of the bin. Then I went upstairs and covered up my wrist hoping no one would ever see it. From past experience I knew the scratches would heal in about a week, so I had a week of being careful, always wearing long sleeved tops. It was winter so it was not too difficult to keep my wrists hidden.
The following day I contacted a woman I know who had struggled with self harming and suicide in the past and asked her if it the temptation ever goes away. She said probably not but each time you are tempted you get stronger at resisting. I accepted this and thought I would just have to get stronger. A few weeks passed and life went on as it does but inside of me was a deep and desperate desire to be free of this. My whole life I had struggled with depression, extreme emotions and attempted suicides. For each and every attempted suicide I can honestly say that deep down inside I never really wanted to die. Maybe you are thinking it was attention seeking? But I honestly don't think it was, or even a desperate cry for help. That was definitely a part of it and it’s how it started, but it later developed into something else.

It all started when I was a teenager. At thirteen I had my first boyfriend. I don’t remember how long we went out but at that age nothing lasted more than a few weeks, a month maximum! As you would expect it the relationship ended. He broke up with me and this devastated me. I staged an overdose with tablets and empty beer bottles in the hope that he would come rushing over to save me. Of course he didn't and when I heard my dad's car pull up into the driveway I raced to clean everything up before he discovered anything. This traumatic breakup experience led me to a series of changes in my physical appearance and attitude to try and win him back. My plan was simple! Make him fall head over heels in love with me and then break up with him so he can feel the pain of what he did to me. My plan succeeded. After changing my hair, adding several ear piercings, wearing really short skirts instead of the conservative dorky clothes I used to wear, taking up smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol and hanging out at the nightclubs he liked - he did eventually ask me out again. To keep him interested I had to dabble with "mild" sexual stuff. I figured if I didn't go all the way and I was still a virgin it was OK. This is where it all started, at the tender age of thirteen.

It breaks my heart just to write this because I know that this is where it starts for many girls and just thinking about it makes me feel sick. I know of mothers that think it is cute to let their little ones have boyfriends or girlfriends, they say it’s harmless! Oh my goodness I just want to grab these mothers by the hair and shake some sense into them. I want to tell them that they are messing with their children’s heart, their emotional security their purity and so much more. It’s not innocent and cute, it is life changing and traumatic for a child to have their first heartbreak and if they are young they are not ready to cope with that level of pain. One mother I know let’s her five year old and nine year old have a girlfriend. She says it’s harmless but I saw the pain that both those precious children went through when they felt the sting of the rejection of a break up. Their innocent minds and hearts were bruised with painful questions, such as ‘why doesn’t she like me anymore’?
Aargh! It makes my blood boil and I hope if you are one of those mothers and are reading this you will think twice and protect your child’s innocence and purity for as long as possible and until they are mature enough to navigate their way through the wild waters of love. Please don’t think it’s cute or innocent. I was thirteen when I discovered the pain and torment of a broken heart and the sharp stabs of rejection and it honestly did change the course of my life COMPLETELY!

Chapter 1 continues but becomes a bit too graphic to Blog, more info availalbe here.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous21.9.10

    Wow Angie. I just finished reading your blog. I have to tell you that what you wrote has stirryed up a lot of emotions that I would rather not face lol. I have practically become a recluse over the past few years, as I have this sense of being "unacceptable". i know you probably think this is blaspheny, but I really don't believe that God loves or wants me. Besides that, I just want to to know that just from reading your first chapter, I really believe your book will be a blessing and an eye opener to many women. There is so much more I want to say, but can't lol.

    I can't wait to read the next chapter. xxx

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  2. I am so touched by your story, it brought tears to my eyes. I know you went through a hard time earlier in your life as you once told me but I never knew the details. You're incredibly brave to share your story with others like this and I have absolutely no doubt that it will touch countless hearts and souls. Its one thing reading books and material from perfect people who are telling us how to live our lives because their lives were perfect from day one and they faced no hardships and challenges. But to share someones struggle from the very bottom to where they are today, like your story, thats amazing - its a real story from a real person. It really goes to show how God has turned you into a mighty woman of God - to be able to share a story like that is only something God can do and He will use it to help others who are facing similar struggles x

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  3. Angela I think it is awesome that you are able to be open and honest in sharing your story so as to encourage and support others, whilst being a living testimony for God. I firmly believe that if we can use the negatives in our lives for a positive purpose, then it's all been worth while. keep up the good work and may God bless you in all that you do. Maurette. x

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