Finding a Reason to Live

This is something I have struggled with sharing since January 6, 1992. That was the night that changed me forever; the night I SHOULD have died and didn't, at least not physically. Some call it an attempted suicide. I don't. I call it surviving suicide. It was no cry for help. It wasn't born in depression. I wasn't afraid of death. I had every intention of dying, and the means to accomplish my