So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.  Isaiah 41;10

I shouldn't be here.
I should start by saying that.
Because I know you don't want to hear from someone who has no idea what you're going through.
And maybe I don't. But I stand here and I tell you the truth, I shouldn't be here.
I shouldn't be breathing this air or walking around as freely as I do.
I never thought I'd be here.
I never thought I'd make it this far.
To me, speaking of the future was strictly for humours sake.
I had no plans for the future.
My 'future' included me, a pale and beautiful corpse rotting six feet under.
I know it sounds gruesome but that's the reality if it.
The reality is that a girl barely old enough to vote wanted to die so much that she sat by herself day after day imagining how to do it.
I thought that maybe if I could drain the life out of myself, God would give it to someone who actually needed it.
Because every day I'd wake up, I'd find ten reasons that proved that I didn't deserve to live.
It was intense and humiliating and so so sad and I couldn't stop it.
I needed a hero...
So my soul cried out to it's Creator from my depths.
'Don't let me die oh You lover of mine!'
It fought and stretched out its none existent hand to take hold of the One that was already outstretched.
Yes, I needed a hero. And that's what He became.
You can imagine my surprise when I realised that my hero didn't wear a cape.
Instead He carried a cross.
In His hands weren't any weapons but holes from where He said He suffered to rescue me.
He said His greatest superpower was Love.
And that's what he wrapped me in as He pulled me out of the ocean of depression that I was drowning in.
He frowned at my self inflicted wounds, both physical and spiritual.
He kissed them and declared me healed.
My Hero called me His friend.
My Hero called me His daughter. 
My Hero called me His princess.
My Hero called me His.
And He told me that nothing could ever make Him love me less.
He promised me, that as long as He lived. I would always be loved.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10;10