Love said some things in truth to overcome the evil in my friend. When she called multiple times threatening suicide, I listened and tried to reason with her, but I realized it wasn’t her talking, it was Suicide. What became the last time that Suicide called, I knew who I was talking to and I had enough of its control over my friend. So I called its bluff. I knew the Suicide bully’s strength was held in its threat and the bully’s fire was the fear of it following through. I was done reasoning in my own strength so I called its bluff. I honestly never thought about my story until I was asked to tell it here. I wept and Jesus healed my heart of what I bore in love back then, residue pain left behind. It was always about my friend and her restoration and that’s okay because she’s worth it.
When he attempted suicide by drug overdose I realized something more serious was going on. He planned it so we would be there to see him suffer. That angered me a lot because Dad was supposed to be around to take care of us. We had no idea he needed to be taken care of. He was admitted to a Mental Institution for a few weeks. We didn’t talk about what happened to anyone. We were told Dad was” crazy” and that was all we knew. While he was in the hospital I believe Mom made the divorce final and we found ourselves relocating to her new life which pushed Dad further away. We didn’t know what to think or who to turn to for guidance.