Makayla's Struggles

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Struggling. If I could use any word to describe my life from the ages 13-16, I would use that word. My mind is inhabited by the mental disease; depression. Depression in my own words, is a monster that never leaves me alone. It wasn't until I met my late best friend Makayla where I actually started pursuing my relationship with Jesus Christ. My story is a rather depressing one, I grew up with divorced, substance abusive parents in a Godless home so, my actions weren't always the brightest ones. But then I met Makayla, a bright-young girl who's love for Christ was shining off of her like a light. I met her my freshman year of high-school in a play we we're doing together and on the scenes we were off-stage, she told me all about God and about all the wonderful things He does. …show more content…

After I was saved, Makayla offered to take me to church with her every Sunday I would want to go, but about a year later on the May of our junior year, Makayla tragically passed away in a car accident. During this time, my grades were dropping, I was cutting with a razor to release my pain of losing her. I started to get mad at God for taking her away from me. My depression was at an all-time high and it was just so difficult to deal with that one day, I opened my medicine cabinet, grabbed a bunch of pills, stuffed it under my shirt, gave my mother a hug acting like everything was normal, and then I overdosed in the bed of my room. The catch is, I woke up with my mother by my side in a hospital. She later revealed to me that all my friends and family had been praying that I would awake conscious again, and not dead. God saved me on that day, there's no doubt in my mind that Him and Makayla wanted me to still be alive. I promised to Makayla when I saw her lay in her coffin that I will let my love for God shine off of me in that same way her’s did, hoping that I can help someone like she helped

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