I attempted suicide 5 times in my life. I began to do drugs to numb the pain of being sexually abused as a child by my dads friend. I finally got helped in my early 30's. What I learned is that I have a purpose on this earth, which I'm not quite sure what it is. But what I do know is that whatever that purpose is, god has not allowed me to succeed in suicide. After, getting help by doctors I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, anxiety and PTSD. I currently take medication for it and I'm glad I got the help that I needed. It's still a challenge to live with this illness but I keep on striving for better and not give up. There's always light at the end of the temple!