I had always obsessed about the one question no one seemed to have an answer for. Why there is suffering in this world. It haunted me my whole life, and I did a lot of messed up things in retaliation because of the confusion and helplessness I felt. I self-harmed, suffered from bipolar, and was suicidal. I constantly just threw myself at anyone who would have me to get the closest thing to love this world has to offer, and it left me even more empty and hurt. The loneliness was enough to make me want to die. I turned to every pleasure causing vice known to man for an escape, but reality would creep back in.
Finally I had , had enough and I gave up. I threw myself at a very addictive vice in hopes that it would take away my pain for good, or at least take it away enough to where it would give me the end that I desired. But then a whisper in my soul came to me and told me that it wasn't too late for me. Before I knew it my whole life flashed before my eyes, and I was able to see my actions from another point of view. Everything I did nearly killed me. I was then shown that if I continued I would get the sad end that I believed that I wanted. But if I choose to live I would find all that I truly desired.