Left in Pieces
I started 8th grade when I was 13, suicidal and with over 60 marks on my hands. The suicidal thoughts/actions/coping techniques (self harm) continued for a long time. The person I was going to at the time, my best friend (I wasn't comfortable enough to go to anyone but her) left me 3 weeks into my struggle, telling me I was too stressful and not worth it. Of course, this ripped me apart even further and left me literally helpless and dying.
Then my older brother/then-boyfriend of the girl stepped in. He talked me out of suicide literally more than 30 times, and helped me find better coping methods than self harm in any form (because I had quite a few). He pulled me out of the DEEP ditch I was in and is the reason I'm able to be successful today.
During this time, I learned a few things. First and foremost is that Jesus will never leave me, no matter what happens to me, or what I do. He won't ever leave me because I'm too stressful.
My older brother and Jesus both deserve thanks for pulling me out of the darkest place I've ever been in.