So, I stepped into Southeast Christian Church in a Wednesday morning for womens Bible study. I was broken, nervous because I didn’t know anyone, and didn’t believe that they’d like me because of my piercings and tattoos. I was wrong. I have never met a large group of ladies with so much love and support when I was at my lowest.
I decided to go to church, because back in June of 2019 I tried to commit suicide. Yes, I attempted to carry out my plans to kill myself. When I entered the church no one there knew that just a few months before I tried to end my life. It wasn’t until I felt comfortable enough to tell someone.
Sometimes people look like they have it altogether on the outside, but they may be hurting. You can’t judge a book by its cover. Things maybe going on in their lives outside of work, church, & school that you know nothing about, but yet here you are being rude and nasty to them.
I just want you all to listen to those people when they reach out to you and not not automatically assume they are begging for attention, because if you just listen and close your mouth you can tell the difference when someone is hurting.