tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16515444.post112846240703347412..comments2023-10-21T06:55:40.297-05:00Comments on This Walk: What changes?Flyawaynethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04256526531230045440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16515444.post-1128517053046075172005-10-05T07:57:00.000-05:002005-10-05T07:57:00.000-05:00Hey Tera, thanks for commenting on my blog! I'll e...Hey Tera, thanks for commenting on my blog! I'll e-mail you more later, but I wanted to quickly respond that I <B> <I> know </B> </I> that those thoughts are from the devil. Lots of things come from illnesses, but only the devil is passionate enough about wanting us dead! You've got a lot to live for, and an exciting future ahead. The bible says in James 4:7 - Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. <BR/>I believe those words with everything in me. And if you ever need help 'resisting', well, you've got my phone number! :)Flyawaynethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04256526531230045440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16515444.post-1128490456924604212005-10-05T00:34:00.000-05:002005-10-05T00:34:00.000-05:00You know, that's a very sad thing. I've never kno...You know, that's a very sad thing. I've never known anybody who has committed suicide, although I know it's a common thing. <BR/><BR/>There's been many times that I've contemplated it, I've been contemplating it since I was in highschool. Just the other night, I had a random thought to cut my wrists, and almost did it randomly. What's strange, is I don't WANT to die, but yet, I have jolting thoughts about it that are unexpected. I think it's a part of being obsessive-compulsive. Plus, sometimes, I love pain. And I used to cut my wrists.... until one day a police officer said, "Do you want your future husband to look at your wrists and wonder why they're scarred?" Made me stop and think.... no I don't want that, and I certainly don't want my children to see it. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I'm not suicidal... just random thoughts about killing myself or my husband... just a part of my illness. The good thing is, I sometimes don't usually act on it. Just sometimes. <BR/><BR/>I'm sorry about your friend. Sorry to make this so long and not make any sense. God bless you Jeanette, you are truly a blessing to so many people.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com