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      <title>God has a Reason. by Makayla Merrill</title>
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      <description>Short bible lesson on God&#39;s reason for your pain.</description>
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      <pubDate>2019-04-24 18:03:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My story..</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Growing up, I was very religious. I prayed a lot, read the bible, went to church, and loved God with all of my heart. My mom and biological dad were never married. I switched from house to house, and always hated going to my biological dad's house. I didn't realize it at the time, but my biological dad and his wife were abusive to me. I did, however, know that the way they treated me was unfair and mean. At the age of eleven, my biological dad, his wife, and I got into a big fight. There was a lot of yelling, and even some grabbing and kicking. After that day, I stopped going to my biological dads house every other weekend. A couple years go by, and I slowly try to move past what was said and done. On the first day of spring break my eighth grade year, I cut my arm for the very first time. I didn't understand it then, but that was my way of releasing everything that I had been holding in for years. In May of that same year, I went to the emergency room for suicidal ideation. I was ready to die. I was so alone and in such a dark place. Looking back on it even now, I still can feel how alone I felt, even in a crowded room. After that night, things started to get better. I didn't do any self-harm that summer, except for skipping meals some. In ninth grade, I lost all of my friends, and what I now know is depression, got extremely worse. I was so mad at God, Why would he let this happen to me? I loved him so much, but he didn't save me.In the late December of my freshman year, I attempted suicide. Again, I was alone, and couldn't have felt more unwanted. I spent nearly a week in a mental hospital. After that week, I felt better for a while, but still not good. I got diagnosed with generalized anxiety, social anxiety, depression, PTSD, and got medication to help. On April 12 at the Flawless event that i attended to with my sister, I felt God move in me and through me. Suddenly, I knew my reason and my purpose. I now still struggle with anxiety, depression, and PTSD, but I know that God is using me to reach others that are going through the same thing or similar as to what I went through as me.</div>]]></description>
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