834m3r
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I was born into a Catholic family. Always believed in God. Believed at a young age.
Growing up I got into technology, drifted away a little, thinking technology could do more than God.
In High School I felt emotional hurt during a basketball game.
I was unable to play and ended up in the hospital psych department.
I couldn't sleep for days and got diagnosed as bipolar.
I was in the hospital so long, I missed much schooling. I transferred to a Christian school for a more fresh start.
I noticed the people at this school were different, and that sparked interest inside me.
I barely graduated high school because of God and His Grace and the Grace of the Teachers and Faculty at the school.
I pursued college at a somewhat nearby town. I was told by a counselor that I was NOT Bipolar so I ended up at a new local hospital.
Prior to the hospital admission, I was wondering off of school grounds, and was confronted by someone in authority.
I turned the other way and crashed into a glass door. Luckily I did not break the door or hurt myself.
I was then surrounded by two police officers. I knocked one guy down, then I got pepper sprayed by the other cop.
I fell to the ground with great pain in my eyes. I then had myself against the cop car, and I confessed a Bible verse I learned in 11th grade Bible class.
The verse was He is before all things and in Him all things hold together. And when I confessed this verse I meant it.
I stayed at the hospital a while and then was admitted to a day program.
After spending much time at a day program, I volunteered at my Dad's Friend's print shop.
I worked there one day a week for a good while, and then I got a job at a thrift store.
After spending around 11 months at the thrift store, I relapsed into the hospital.
I got out and got baptized at Inter-denominational church.
Went back to day program, and then went back into hospital.
Now I am out of the hospital, living in a treatment apartment.
My faith has grown over the years, and I can say I have my own faith.
There are multiple times I almost didn't make it. I felt I was almost a goner. But Jesus died for me, and I accepted that.
Now life is going okay, I got some excess weight on me.
I am forever taking it easy, and I am thankful that I will live forever with God and His Family.
I appreciate God and All His helpers and family along the way. Praise God that I made it. Amen.
Growing up I got into technology, drifted away a little, thinking technology could do more than God.
In High School I felt emotional hurt during a basketball game.
I was unable to play and ended up in the hospital psych department.
I couldn't sleep for days and got diagnosed as bipolar.
I was in the hospital so long, I missed much schooling. I transferred to a Christian school for a more fresh start.
I noticed the people at this school were different, and that sparked interest inside me.
I barely graduated high school because of God and His Grace and the Grace of the Teachers and Faculty at the school.
I pursued college at a somewhat nearby town. I was told by a counselor that I was NOT Bipolar so I ended up at a new local hospital.
Prior to the hospital admission, I was wondering off of school grounds, and was confronted by someone in authority.
I turned the other way and crashed into a glass door. Luckily I did not break the door or hurt myself.
I was then surrounded by two police officers. I knocked one guy down, then I got pepper sprayed by the other cop.
I fell to the ground with great pain in my eyes. I then had myself against the cop car, and I confessed a Bible verse I learned in 11th grade Bible class.
The verse was He is before all things and in Him all things hold together. And when I confessed this verse I meant it.
I stayed at the hospital a while and then was admitted to a day program.
After spending much time at a day program, I volunteered at my Dad's Friend's print shop.
I worked there one day a week for a good while, and then I got a job at a thrift store.
After spending around 11 months at the thrift store, I relapsed into the hospital.
I got out and got baptized at Inter-denominational church.
Went back to day program, and then went back into hospital.
Now I am out of the hospital, living in a treatment apartment.
My faith has grown over the years, and I can say I have my own faith.
There are multiple times I almost didn't make it. I felt I was almost a goner. But Jesus died for me, and I accepted that.
Now life is going okay, I got some excess weight on me.
I am forever taking it easy, and I am thankful that I will live forever with God and His Family.
I appreciate God and All His helpers and family along the way. Praise God that I made it. Amen.