I grew up feeling unworthy.

Maybe it was because I was taken from my birth mother.

Maybe it was because my adoptive parents abused me.

Maybe it was because I lost my children to an abuser.

I used to research ways to end my life.

Thinking how this would affect my children mattered less and less.

"They will be better off without me"

I finally begged a friend to command me to stop thinking this way. It has worked so far...

It takes great strength to try to stay alive, when you don't want to live anymore, when you feel unworthy of this gift of life..

I'm glad to be here for my grandson.

I found joy in being with him.

I pray your joy is ahead.

I pray you're here for it.