Now that I have shared my testimony in public, I want to post it here and share my story with everyone. So, here is part one of my story.
When I was in sixth grade, my life was drastically changing. I decided my major already, which was horn performance. Although I did not know where that would lead me, I knew I wanted to play horn for the rest of my life. Once my friends among the popular crowd noticed that I was, in a sense, becoming a nerd, they started to make fun of me. This lead to the kids calling me names, like bando and music geek. It did not bother me until these kids decided to tell me that I was an embarrassment, and should go die. I believed them. At twelve years old, I became suicidal. I hurt myself and cried myself to sleep every night for at least a year.
When it seemed as though no one could understand what I was going through, my Christian friend Carley knew. She knew because Jesus Christ went through it, too. Jesus was ridiculed for calling himself the Son of God. He died on the cross for His people, whether they loved Him or not, because He wanted to repent us for all the sins we have committed, and will forever commit. Although it is different compared to my story, Jesus and I both suffered for what we believed in. So, when all my friends left me to die, basically, Carley was there. Carley saw the horrific scars on my legs that I had left the night before. She saw the sadness in my eyes, and although I would always say there was nothing wrong, she told me if there was something wrong, that she would be there.
Eventually Carley told my guidance counselor about my suicidal depression, and my counselor called both of my parents. Immediately I was enrolled to see a psychiatrist. I saw the psychiatrist for seven months straight, two times a week, then once a week until I was let go. If it wasn’t for Carley, who loves God so much, I maybe would not be here right now telling you my story. Because of God’s wonderful love, he sent Carley to save me from death, and she saved me from going to hell. Carley, to this day, is one of my good friends. And I cannot thank her enough for loving God, and loving God’s people. Each day I am reminded of what I went through because the cuts on my legs and arms have left permanent scars. But, it also reminds me of the love of God, and what He did in order to save my life.
