On November 13th, I was going to end it all. I had everything planned, how I was going to die, had resignation letters ready to be sent, everything was laid out. Of course, that plan failed because my family stopped me. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, what if I had succeeded?
Life had just got too much to bear. Constant disappointments, people disappointing me, things haven't gone according to plan. How can I honestly say that I serve a mighty God, but not prosper? Through my eyes, life just looks hopeless!
I know that there's a major purpose that I have to fulfill. However, a large part of me should've completed what I've started on November 13th. I need deliverance! I need some hope! I need to be happy!
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