I knew God. I had forced my parents to take me to church as a child. I had served Him most of my childhood. So when things got tough I knew what I was supposed to do but I turned away. My eighth grade year I gave up God to do my own thing. I began compromising in every aspect of my life I live my life how ever I felt like lying, stealing, manipulating became normal to me. I faced depression, and an abusive relationship. Depression is more then an ongoing sadness. It was something that controlled every aspect of my life leaving me bitter and hateful towards God and my-self. But as my self loathing increased so did God's mercy. I caved in and prayed. I knew I didn't deserve God's love or grace, and I would have understood if He had left me like I left him. But He didn't. He loved me and reached down to me and told me that i was worth it. That He was willing. But the only way He would do something is if I gave Him everything. So I did. I still am. Life hasn't become all flowers and Cotton candy but now I'm not alone, I'm not depressed. God has moved in my life and though I'm nowhere close to where I should be, I'm still fighting. Thank You, God for what You have done in my life.