For some reason Im still wondering around in this crazy world. I still have no idea what is the purpose in my life. Right now Im just trying my best to be happy. Which,for me especially,is extrememly difficult. I have Manic Depressive Illness. So my moods drive me insane. A few years back I decided I had enough,I was finished fighting a losing battle with this illness. So I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and drank a bottle of Vodka. Then, I woke up in the hospital. For some reason I was not dead. My first thought when I woke up was "Why am I still here?" And to this day I still dont know the answer to that question. Im guessing one day Ill understand why God decided it wasnt my time to die. Or maybe he just decided he wasnt gonna let me die that way. I truly dont know. Anyway,just wanted to share. Thanks for reading!