I felt like I had lost everything. That I was alone and if I talked to anybody about how I felt, I would be judged or shamed or never viewed the same by family and friends. So I stayed silent in a mute prison. The bathroom seemed like the ideal place to escape. No blood on the carpets or walls. No stains haunting anyone. I could lock the bathroom door, pull the curtains closed and it would all stay mainly in the tub. I knew blood would rain down on me, but how does one ever stop the rain? I contemplated and looked at my handgun, thinking "Do it. This will be quick." And then I would be free. The bathtub filled with blood would take me far away.

But 3 voices rescued me. Hope and Faith held the end from crashing down on me. Hope and Faith in myself and in others. Together, they were stronger than I could ever be. And Strength came to my side, telling me it was going to be ok. And so, alone in a barren wasteland, I made it to the other side.