Making Lemonade

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to take . . . I lay in bed ninety pounds, broken-hearted and dying. Suicide seemed to be my only option to escape the pain and disappointments in my life. For the clock had struck midnight, my fairy tale ended, and the prince took another to be his wife. I fired my fairy god mother and enlisted Father God. This is my journey of a suicidal mess who found forgiveness, healing and restoration. May my testimony bring you hope for a better future and give you peace and joy when you are dealt your own lemons in life.