I once stood at the precipice of oblivion, ready, and preparing, to escape from it all.
I had had all I could take of me, and of my sad little life. Years of major depression, after decades of sporadic bouts, had worn out my resolve. I was tired of faking it and presenting a happy face to the world, knowing that I was so dreadfully miserable inside. I could not do it any longer. I needed out.
In my case, though, as in many, things had to get worse before they could get better. The darkest hour of night comes before the dawn. It was at this dreadful moment of despair that hope came. Healing began. With the love, help, prayers and counsel of family and friends, and with some excellent professional help, I stepped back from that awful precipice before I made some truly catastrophic choices. I would not say that I am now healed, or fully well; but I am happy. Truly happy.
I have hope, meaning, faith, and joy again.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay,
and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
Psalm 40:1-2 (KJV)