Father, I open this prayer with thanks for your guidance and assurance.
When I worry and feel that the world is ending again – you come through and calm me down. As I sit here I recall the times I have let you down and with those times in mind – I am sorry Father. Thank you for your mercy on me and the entire human race. We behave so poorly with our little evil hearts. In my opinion, you should destroy us for we don’t deserve anything you give us. I am happy to die whenever you may will it- if it’s in 60 years; I will live till then. If it’s tommorow; I will breathe till then.
For now, be with me, be with me as I read your words; as I read your story. Praise God, for we are here despite our faults.
I have been given a second chance, so please: help me to live the life you have prepared for me. Amen.
Before Christ, I was still me yet I didn’t embrace life. I had just gone through a lot of big changes, all of my own doing; I felt defeated and worthless. Just like I was at the start of my “fresh start” at 17 when I moved from Larkhall to Bathgate to live with my Dad. In the years before I wasn’t attending school because of my mental illness: Depression. At some point in those younger years, I started dealing with feelings of hopelessness, thoughts of death and hatred towards myself. In my eyes, I wasn’t good enough for anything. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, why live? So I can learn, work, marry then die? I wanted to escape and there were a few attempts.
I cried a lot and it was healthy to cry but every tear I wiped away I thought: “I’m pathetic, why am I crying, I’m supposed to be a man.” In my eyes, I was disposable. I often thought about the past and how I had messed small things up. I had, and still have a really hard time being gentle with myself; I thought that being horrible to myself would motivate me, of course, it didn’t. I ignored my potential and focused on safety, so I quit school. I had chosen subjects I wasn’t all that interested in, I only picked them because my friends were there, for how could I handle being alone and lacking familiar company? I could have, but I didn’t believe in myself.
I was bullied in school like many others, my experience wasn’t that bad, people had worse but it was valid. I felt lesser than others, and that wasn’t only because of the words or actions of others, it’s due to the words I said to myself too. A lot of the time when I said no, people didn’t care, it was “just a joke”. From their point of view, they had the right to mock me, to make me feel lesser and the excuse was “it’s just a joke”. So it was a joke when you kicked the back of my legs? Threw all my stationery from my bag in the bin? Spat in my face? Said you would kill me?
When it came to all of this, I blamed myself. I was too weak, too sensitive and I deserved it.
So School was horrible and I was tired of it. I didn’t care anymore, my number one objective was to distance myself from those who hurt me and those who may have. At this point, every other day was an argument with my Mother and Gran. I told them how I felt but to them, it was simply: excuses. I see their point of view now, I’d be angry if my son gave up on everything too.
I was honestly excited about death, how I would do it; when I would do it. Googling “celebrities that died from suicide” Sylvia Plath, she was one of the first people I looked into. Thinking about her doing it made me doubt back then and now, years later I’m still alive and realise that I and Sylvia didn’t want to die solely because our lives were the worst in the world. No, it was our perspectives, it was what we felt, how we thought, how we saw our failures and our achievements. Downplay the good, accentuate the bad. Due to our focus on the negative, on the past, we dove into exactly what we wanted to escape from: Pain of all kinds. Emotional, Mental, Physical. I can’t speak for Sylvia here but I think I focused on the bad so that I could avoid it. If I knew where it was, then I could move out of the way. And that is what drove the desire to enter isolation.
I went to a psychologist at CAMS a few times, his stance was that school, the thing I ran away from, was what I needed. So I stopped seeing him. The thought I was most afraid of was “Everyone looks so alive, but I don’t feel alive. How could I ever connect with people who were in the light when I was in the dark?”
I spent the next few years in my room, barely ever going outside, only for hospital appointments. My mother did everything for me. Food, video games, support, money. I regret those years when I’m talking about the time I wasted, but maybe I had to go through it to learn from it. I still look back at that time with disgust for myself. You probably know the adjectives.
One of these days, I got a call from my Dad: “Move here, al help ye oot”
When I heard that I recoiled, my future was nonexistent to me. As I began to consider it, there was a lot of fear mixed in with hope. Nobody would know me there. Fresh. Start. Alright, I’ll do it.
At my Dad’s I got better gradually, went to a doctor, got a keyworker and a counsellor, started going outside regularly. It was weird and hard but I eventually went to college. My future was finally apparent to me: this was not the end.
I eventually moved back after a few things happened and I was sorta alright with it for a few weeks but honestly, I was breaking again from the moment I stepped back into that room, the one I’m in right now. I was back in Larkhall, where all the hurt happened. I isolated myself again and when I met Jesus, I was back into the light. The healing began.
How? It’s kinda simple and I’m afraid It won’t be anything spectacular, my progress more so shows the most of it. So, one day I messaged a girl who I had known back at high school. I feel like she was one of the ones that saw how I really felt. She’s that intuitive and caring type ya know? We spoke on and off and one day she invited me to her church C7. I viewed their Instagram profile and asked her if I could go even if I wasn’t a Christian (At this point I was still into Taoism) She went “Oh aye, of course, my friend picks me up on Sundays and can get you as well?” I was pretty stunned… just an invite like that? Alright. So I went but it turned out that she had issues and was in the hospital for a while. She asked me if I’d still go with her friend and I hesitated. Being picked up by a stranger? Honestly my worst nightmare, back then at least.
Her friend was named Marissa, we met, I was quiet; she was talkative. That day my journey with Christ began. I had enjoyed singing hymns like “Away in a Manger” and “He’s got the whole world in His hands” at primary school assemblies. So I knew him but not really, just in a sorta adorable childlike way ya know? In Nativity plays, I always wanted to be Joseph but was consistently refused for the part. So I was always the wee shepherd, holding my sheep. I came to love playing that part because I was a spectator of the plays and didn’t memorise very much, so I was happy.
It took us a while to get to the church because it was all the way in Glasgow but of course Marissa made up for that with her ever-constant talk. That makes it sound like I didn’t enjoy it but I did! She asked me lots of things that I, timidly answered with mumbles. She wouldn’t give up either, normally people just give up on conversation but she just kept talking! It came as a surprise to me because I was very isolated and afraid of socialising with others. I honestly didn’t want to talk, I was afraid I’d say something weird ya know? The thing was though, I wasn’t a weirdo to her and I wasn’t a loser. That’s how I saw myself but she saw me through a different lens.
Back then I had a lot of harsh thoughts and self hate circling around my head. I struggled to see the positives in myself and I didn’t believe life was worth living. It was just a game I’d lost and I was eager to die already. I thought I had no reason for being here. I truly underestimate myself continuously, it’s daft. You’d think I’d get the point already. I’m getting quite teary-eyed typing this because, well… I used to be so sad and consistently suicidal; yet now I’m not. I’m not one of those guys that changed dramatically, but I changed a decent amount, maybe I’m being modest but I still have so much to work on, and I don’t want to stop.
I went to C7 a few times, met some folk; Sam, Louise… others: I can’t remember the names! At this point I hadn’t chosen to follow Christ yet, I still walked around with my Taoist necklace, I still had all sorts of spiritual stuff non-related to Christ. Eventually, Marissa felt like going to her Father’s church instead, she asked if I would go and I said: “yes, of course”
So we went together and I met her Dad, big Wi-. Wee Willie Watt, her sister Sharon and her husband Mark. I sat and spoke with Mark quite a few times and I remember asking him questions and getting many answers. It was bright, they were kind, I belonged. Willie asked if anyone new wanted to follow Christ on that day. I put my hand upon the count of 3. I was given a mug and a Bible (the bible I still use). After the service I spoke with Mark again, I remember talking about being a conduit/vessel for Christ. The whole “we are all part of the body of Christ” thing. It was cool. I was accepted and I was now connected to the Saviour of the World. “What? But I’m Lewis… I don’t deserve that! I’m not good enough to be friends with someone so important. I’m just Lewis.” My whole body shrieked in response to the proclamation and thus: I had a hard time accepting Christ’s sacrifice, that it was for me as well, not just for everyone else.
Willie’s sermons saved me and still save me and Marissa brought me to them. Mark and Sharon, Tom, Helen, Ellen, Jack, Ellen, Nancy, Pauline, Margaret, Mark, Sophia, Dan, Hannah, Robin, Steven and many many others were all my brothers and sisters now. Family, Grace, Forgiveness, Love, Patience and Peace. I was accepted and it was honestly quite weird, I hadn’t felt accepted in quite the while. I’m still not used to it entirely.
Now… I still struggle, everyone does. If the Church taught me something, it was that it was okay for me to be faulty. There was freedom in that truth. I can see that I have a future, a point. I know that I don’t have to escape now. I will die eventually, but Jesus is with me in this world. I’m not alone.
Y’know, there’s hope and then there’s hope in Jesus, hope that even in this sin-stained world; there are great people and things to accomplish. I sometimes slip back into thinking all these things are lies but we all fail, we all go away and come back. Everything takes time and it is a process.
The hope I have in Jesus is greater than simply hope on its own. There are good things here, not all good yet that doesn’t matter to me. Of course, everything is not good!
The peace I now have is like holding a loved one’s hand: you feel comfort, security, confidence and thankfulness that you can actually feel something. Jesus was hated, I have been hated, we have all faced hate, but we can win with the brightness of the power of Jesus Christ. The Journey is not over for me, not for a long time. I’m 22 and sometimes I feel old when I look to the past, in a rush to catch up with everyone else but patience is a virtue.
Remember, your worth is not determined by the opinions of others, your worth is immense. The shining light that says those words is our Lord God.
Right, so. I’ve told my story before, kinda. I wrote a little bit about it on Facebook a few years ago. I tagged it under “Has Overcame”. Honestly, that was not the truth, I hadn’t overcome depression and suicidal ideation, I guess I just felt brave that day and wanted to express that I even was struggling, nonetheless; I did make progress, I was at a point where I knew my issues, my temptations, my ideation, my wishes for death and non-existence. I knew where they sorta came from, I knew how I could help it in some ways.
Though, In no way did I overcome suicidal ideation. I was less of that label ” a suicidal young guy” but I was still suicidal, for years later even. Three years ago I hit another big dive into the world of fear, regret and self- hatred once again. That’s why I say (looking back now) I didn’t overcome it, the horrible grip still had a hold on me.
These past few years have been frustrating, utterly boring, lonely and hopeless at times yet also eye-opening, introspective, healing and hopeful. I have learned and I have shown my imperfections. Imperfection is something I will probably always struggle with, it’s not really OCD. It’s less about the alignment of objects in a straight line and more about the alignment of my current self and ideal self. I want to be perfect, I really do. Though everything is telling me that it isn’t possible (on earth at least). I nod yes and say that I understand that I can’t be perfect but truly, I don’t quite get it completely. I mean, life to me has always been about being better, reaching that ideal self. I used to be excellent at maths, therefore I set the goal of eventually becoming some sort of genius scientist or something. Then, I got crap at maths, I got crap at putting effort in, I got crap at getting out of my bed, I got crap at managing my emotions. So I withdrew.
I was so bad at everything, so why not withdraw and save myself from the embarassment? Sounded good to me. To a Me that, above all, wanted to escape the absolute horror that I wasn’t all that. I wasn’t the smartest in highschool. I wasn’t the coolest (hah teenager ideals), I wasn’t the funniest. I really did miss the point back then, I was chasing acceptance so that in turn I would receive happiness. Hah. I really was quite the dafty.
I can’t be accepted by everyone, just like Jesus, just like all those famous folk who used to be viewed at “fully accepted”. I honestly love it when famous people who are glorified for their works end up being revealed at not so perfect and glorious. I love it because every time it happens, there’s an influx of people that realise; oh my, the illusion was fake.
The absolute fact that many people realise that and learn from it, truly makes me happy. It’s not always that the people viewed as perfect actually view themselves as perfect, it’s more so the audience that observes the life of that person.
Tangent Time is over though, pretty funny how distracted I can get. Anyway. My struggles and such in relation to the World Suicide Prevention Day; It’s been what it’s been. It will always be a struggle for certain individuals to continue living and resisting the temptation of suicide, for generations.
My advice for the future to take in yourself or pass on is:
People may be viewed as great, but there is always another side. People may be viewed as terrible, but there is always another side.
Withdrawing from life may seem relieving, but would it be? What about the things you couldn’t do if you were gone?
Others at times will act like they know you; like they understand your every intention. That at times is not true. You define you, others not.
It may seem like you don’t matter, based on the view of others, but you do! Answer that question yourself; Am I worth anything…? “YES I AM.”
I am me, you are you. We coexist as the sun and moon do.
Things we expect to happen, may not happen. That these things do not happen is not the end for us. God is watching us go through our stories, we may be anxious and afraid of the days ahead and it may be scary that we do not know what will happen in the future of our lives; but God knows the paths ahead. We can trust that he has good things waiting for us.
Expectations destroy happiness, but acceptance and trust in the Lord lead to happiness.
Jesus Christ is my unbreakable rock, my great protector, my great forgiver, my great Savior and Lord.
Ever since I have chosen the path to follow him, I have learned much.
Now.. some of you may not be believers but I hope and pray that this post may draw you near to Him. From simply reading his name, you have a seed, he wants to help you water it.
Now let us begin.
Good is better than Evil.
We all have done evil, but that’s alright. We all fall short of God’s glorious standard. I’ve learned from God that we must turn from it. We must turn from evil, and turn to good if we are to fully enjoy our lives and fulfill our purpose. We were created to do good! Not to do evil! We all grow up living in sin. That’s a given, but we don’t need to live in it today. We may have grown up not listening to our mothers, cursing our friends and ignoring the opportunities to do good. Now that we are in Christ, we can fight that evil, knowing that He is here with us!
“My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”
– John 15:12
“Run from anything that stimulates youthful lusts. Instead, pursue righteous living, faithfulness, love, and peace. Enjoy the companionship of those who call on the Lord with pure hearts.”
– 2 Timothy 2:22
Humans disappoint, Christ doesn’t.
Jesus is like no other. God-man. He rose from the dead. He healed people just like us. He taught. He won against sin.
Death? Not a problem for him. Satan? Not a problem. Us? He has the power to wipe us all out, but he doesn’t. Have you ever walked across water? I definitely tried as a child… HE CAN. Being a Christian doesn’t make us walk on water, but it does equip us to fight against evil. The evil within us and around us.
“These will wage war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those who are with Him are the called and chosen and faithful.”
– Revelation 17:14
He frees us from fear
Fear is a very powerful emotion but when the people in the Bible trust in God, He protects them, loves them and watches over them!
Jesus said: “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
– Matthew 19:26
Have you ever heard of David and Goliath?
David was “a man after the Lord’s own heart” and a humble Sheperd. He trusted in God many times and therefore won against his enemies. Even the intimidating Goliath, who was a 9ft tall champion of the Philistines, was no match for David when God was in the equation.
David told Saul “I’ll go fight him!”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Saul replied.
“Reaching into his shepherd’s bag and taking out a stone, he hurled it with his sling and hit the Philistine in the forehead. The stone sank in, and Goliath stumbled and fell face down on the ground. So David triumphed over the Philistine with only a sling and a stone, for he had no sword.”
– 1 Samuel 17:49-50
God loves us
Jesus speaks so, so much about how much God loves us, about how we are more valuable to him than a flock of sparrows. How we arehis people and that he watches over us everyday. We are more than we think we are, we may imagine that he looks at us like ants to him from his view in Heaven but he does not. We are made in our father’s image, and we are not simply a number.
“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.” – 1 John 4:7-8
God forgives us
Of all we have ever done to upset him, he has forgiven these offenses, he has forgiven you and I. Praise God for his forgiveness! Think of all the things we have ever done, be it you or someone you know. He forgives us all. He defeats those who reject him and shelters those who love him. We are truly so fortunate to have such a loving God!
“To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, for we have rebelled against him.”
– Daniel 9:9
“Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
– Ephesians 4:32
We have second chances
God gives us many chances. We must forgive each other just as he has forgave us. Often, we fail. We are not without fault. Nobody is, even those with the kindest of hearts.
But, praise Christ! For he is what we are not. He is the only one without fault. He does not look down on us like a domineering boss or a proud and arrogant man. He reaches down and offers us his hand. We may be at fault, but Jesus loves us nonetheless.
Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother who sins against me? Up to seven times?”
Jesus answered, “I tell you, not just seven times, but seventy seven times!”
– Matthew 18:21-22
I could mention all of the things I’ve heard, but in truth; I have a very bad memory. So I’ll summarize.
God does heal. You’ve probably heard “some daft things” from the followers of Christ. I once thought they were daft stories made up just to encourage me to pray for others, but they are not daft wee stories. They are real. When I was born, I had a wonky heart valve. I was not expected to live through it, and there were many times I went into surgery with my mother’s eyes looking on to me with a look of “Will this be the one that fails?”.
My Mother and Gran prayed, and Jesus healed me.
Throughout the New Testament, Jesus heals so many people. I am one of those people, among many, that have been healed today. Christ is still with us and he still heals.
When He went ashore, He saw a large crowd, and felt compassion for them and healed their sick.
– Matthew 14:14
I’ll be honest, I’m so afraid to post this. Primarily because it’s my first piece on my beliefs. I often worry that I won’t please everyone with my words, but as I listen to Christ. I know this is enough. I have done a good job.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for being you, and carrying on.