Oh, what the heck, I may as well rattle on...So, life was hectic. I was in severe depression. Suicide was attempted by the fifth time in my life....and though I had accepted Christ, I was beyond control of these horrible impulses. Somehow I hung in there, because of my daughter. There wasn't anything else that would have saved me from killing myself. I came from an abusive home as a child. My father was extremely cruel to me. Anyway, the day my husband found the 22 Ruger loaded and ready to go, pressed to my heart, he called for emergency help. I was taken to a reputable psychiatrist who put me on medication. WOW!!! For the very first time, I felt something, I had FEELINGS, I could DO things, I could get out of bed...I finally had a life. Sounds like paradise huh? WEll, yes, and no. The problem began when I did find out who I was and what I wanted. THe decisions I made as a sick person were entirely different than the well person. And suddenly, here I was, with a man I did not love romantically, with a location and financial situation which I never would have settled for...oooooohhhhh the pain. The sheer anguish for all I had missed. Over half of my life was wasted in torment and sickness. Now I was alive. BUt I did not know the man I had married. But, I played along as the happy homemaker, smiling, cooking, cleaning, raising baby. Oh, but did I ever hurt inside....WAS THIS ALL OF MY FAULT? DID GOD UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED HERE???? <BR> My story goes on...but I will need some encouragement from all of you