How To Write About My Story

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I 've been wanting to write about my story for months....but wasn 't quite sure what to write. This is such a delicate subject, and not just for me but I think for everyone on this earth. You simply utter the word "depression" and the mood changes in the air. It 's a very real, very horrible thing that is on this earth. So, here goes....my story, and not even my story, but a story that belongs to Jesus.
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I don 't remember how old I was, maybe 13, 14? Nothing happened. There was no "one thing" that just popped out at me and sent me into my pit of darkness. All I remember is the darkness and the break down.
My grandmother found me on the floor of my bedroom, hyperventilating and unable to speak. Shaking uncontrollably, full of a dark emotion that was sucking the very life out of me. I was so lost, so unsure of what to do. I was so confused. All my
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I was different though. But not in a bad way. I 've learned that sometimes God has to completely break you down so that you may remember that He is the foundation. That is exactly what He did for me! And as He built me up He added on some new layers of strength. I still struggled with being in Haiti, and did some things that I do regret, but looking back I wouldn 't have changed it. I 've become so closer to Him, my parents, my boyfriend, my friends. I wouldn 't be who I am now if it weren 't for the person I was then.

I still struggle, not as much as I used to, but I still have my days and nights. Nights where something makes me so sad I will cry before I drift off to sleep. Days where I wake up and just feel bleh.
But, the difference now is that my depression can no longer win. I gave into it twice, but I pray that I no longer give into it again. I want to give in to Jesus, to His arms. Even if it means that I 'm asking Him to carry me again.

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