I shared my story in detail just over 2 years ago. Today I just want to share my gratitude for my Father in Heaven. God willed me to live. He found worth in my life that I couldn't find - and since I was lost in the dark, he sent his angels on earth to watch over me and protect me from the PPD. I am so grateful for my husband, who managed to convince me of his love, even while I directly challenged him. I am so thankful for my beautiful children, and that God is letting me stay here to be part of their lives. I am so grateful that while that time will always haunt me, my children were much too young to ever remember.
Mostly, I am thankful for my second chance. God saved me from my self-destruction, and held my hand as I slowly began to recover. He loves me. I was so swallowed up by the dark depression that I felt so alone, removed from even my Father in Heaven. Depression is dark and scary. I wish that prayer could be the fix-all, but I still felt so alone. It's only now, looking back, that I see God's presence in my life at that time. Without God sending angels to hold me up, I would have succeeded in my suicide. I am so grateful that I get to be here now, and watch my children grow, giggle with them, and snuggle with my husband. Forever grateful.