I have always believed that the world would be a better place without me. I first attempted suicide when I was 15 yo. My dad heard me in the kitchen in the middle of the night and called my mom (who lived 30 miles away) and said, “Come get your psycho daughter” and went back to bed.
The next day I was released from the hospital and received a lot of criticism from family and the community – (I’m psycho, crazy, just trying to get attention, etc.).
About six years later, I became a Christian and thought that becoming a Christian would solve all my problems. It didn’t, because I felt like God hated me.
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