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suacaroline Saudade tem nome, endereço e hora marcada! #lastvacation #california #sanfrancisco 2min

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sevanya1 Лучи заходящего солнца над деловым районом Сан-Франциско. Вид с холмов Твин Пикс. К сериалу 90-х они не имеют отношения. Sunset over San Francisco's downtown viewed from Twin Peaks. #SF #sanfrancisco #ca #California #USA #ustravel #travel #traveladdict #traveling #wanderlust #travelgram #blog #travelblog #instago #trip #санфранциско #twinpeaks #калифорния #сша #америка #путешествие 2min

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halinwashere As a young teenager, I battled an eating disorder. At the age 15, I was diagnosed with severe depression. At 16 they added Anxiety Disorder to my charts. At 17 my parents were told to lock away all prescription medicines and knives in the house due to my numerous suicide attempts. There was nothing I wanted more than to just die. All I wanted was to simply not exist anymore. I was self destructive in every way. I would draw, with a sewing needle, on my own skin. Eventually I began to steal my mom's Vicodin and dad's sleeping pills to numb myself. I had become antisocial and paralyzed from daily life. I used to pray to a God I didn't even believe heard me anymore. Where was this God that stood beside me all my life? The truth is, I had drifted from God but the reality was that He never moved, I walked away. Yes, antidepressants boosted my serotonin levels, anxiety pills decreased my panic attacks, and attention from my parents subdued some of the self harm. But deep down inside, I was fully, empty. I had lost myself. Didn't know who I was anymore. Didn't know my purpose in life. I was angry at God because I looked back at my entire childhood through persecution and the great miraculous journey to my promised land, just to end up as a mental health patient. Finally one night, I sat in my room alone, ready to end it all. I began to write my goodbye letter to my family. As I wrote to them, my mind began to reminisce on our memories through persecution. I remembered the times that I saw God in the midst of death. I wrote about how good God has been to me. And just like that, my death letter became a life testament of God's unconditional love for me. As I sat on my bedroom floor, I was faced with two choices. End my life, or choose to live. I re-read my own letter and saw hope. In my own words, I saw life. Through my own tears on the sheets of paper, I saw a God who is so passionately in love with me that He gave up His life so I wouldn't have to take my own. That night, I chose to live. I chose God. I choose Him everyday. Tag someone who needs hope #ChooseGod 2w

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