When the Devil came to me, he didn't have horns and a pitchfork. He was methodical at changing my perceptions and made me believe I was weak and different from my peers. Not only did the Devil make me think death was a good escape, but he also made me desire it like a warm cozy blanket that would make all my emotions disappear. He gave me a solution but was also the cause of all my worries, and that's how he manipulated me. Like the medic in this image, I welcomed the sweet life of suicide and almost surrendered myself to this monster.

I'm lucky, I was able to peek behind the curtain and realize how much trouble I was in. I received the help I needed, and it saved my life. If you're in the grips of this demon get help to escape his manipulation and live the life you deserve.