The attack had been an eye-opener, and I saw it—the medicine wasn’t healing me; it couldn’t heal me. Things weren’t getting better, and I didn’t see an end in sight. Hopelessness fell on me like a blanket. I understood how someone might see no other option but to turn to drugs or alcohol or anything to numb their pain. I saw how living in such chaos and torment might lead someone to believe they were out of options, how it might lead someone to take his own life. In that quiet moment, under all that weight, I was more convinced than ever that God was my only option, and I was going to get
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