Curse or Blessing

I recently thought seriously of ending my life. My mind was opened up too much and it was attracting all the wrong kind of people. I had decided that this way of living was not for me.

Instead of a plan, I called the police. This is where the blessing started.

The police officer was so kind in allowing me to vent all my frustration with our community that he in turn let me know that it was alright for me to start taking care of myself.

And that is exactly what I did while I stayed at a Behavior Health Hospital for one week. It was such a healing place for me.

The two psychiatrists that worked with me were the best I have ever experienced. The fact that anyone would shed a tear for me and my story was the biggest blessing.

I was consumed in my grief and pain since the one person in my life who could understand my pain was gone to heaven. Now I had a therapist showing that same compassion I was so overwhelmingly grasping for.

The blessings continued. I met a wonderful group of people who I now know to be my friends. These are the kind of friends I have spent my entire life looking for and now have.

I refuse to look at this weakness other than a true blessing; call it what you will. I will see my sister in heaven one day when I am hopefully well beyond old.