Yes. I was in the deepest state of sorrow & suffering, torment & misery imaginable, suicidal the entire time, even having bought a helium tank, oven bags, a plastic tube & duct tape. I was done,
I just couldn't muster the courage to go through with it. So, instead, I was on my way to a hospital & then some kind of home. Killing myself or going to God knows what nightmare facility. were the only two options I could see for me. Anyway, I was surely saved. LOVE found Her way into the cracks of my withered blood pumper. Broken Heart Awoken Heart, Bro! Amazing Grace, even for a wretch like me...
I had strong faith pre-Invega. It destroyed that & nearly everything else. In the throes of my woes, I railed on God, even cursed Him: How could You f**King let this HORROR happen to me?! Anyway, Christ came through, even for a wretch like me. Praise the Lord! Amen & Hallelujah! And I know, this may be difficult to hear or embrace. I'd understand people saying or thinking, f**k you, dude, and f**k God, dude. I get it. I was there, only two weeks ago, I was there. And I didn't really care. I was on my way out anyway, ready to give up & be left bereft in the filthy hands of the modern medical system. I'm so grateful I fell into the hands of the Living God instead. Wow, what a f**king difference! The generosity of Spirit He shows, Holy Moly, night & day from The Men of Industry: Big Business!
Anyway, I'll stop babbling. Sorry. Is your name truly Owen? Either way, I hope & pray this message finds You well & in good spirits. Let it Be, Lord! All the lost, I was, can be found! Receive & Believe!!!
Ciao & Shalom, Sincerely & Truly, a caring friend, Dan
