Post by Kristina on Oct 10, 2009 0:47:24 GMT -5
I hope you all love it and maybe it can help someone.
Becoming A Christian In My Shoes....
April of 1991, Kristina was born. An innocent child with all the cares in the world. I was born 3 months early,weighing 2lbs 9onces.They said I wouldnt live long and if I did I would be a "messed up child" I was a good child for the most part lol. Sinned and lied (like most people) I did some stuff that I regret and hope I never do them again. At the age of 12 become a pre teen was a big deal for everyone. It was a very big deal for me. I was abused and beaten by words. For me getting beaten by words hurts worse then ever getting abused. The lord has saved me so many times from myself. I've cut,had an eating disorder, even had sex to get rid of the pain. Cuz no one believed me about what happened. But now I know that all it did was make everything worse. Then I turned to drugs. My parents never knew cuz I couldnt tell them that there daughter has a drug problem that would just add to all there stress. Then one day I was outside and desided that I wanted to see what was in my neighbors (abuser) mail box and what to my surprise there was drugs "Morphine" so I was thinking maybe this will take away my pain. So I went to the side of the house and took the whole bottle about 60 pills. Thats when my life turned upside down. I didnt wake up the next morning for school. My mom called 911 and I was Bay flighted to All Childrens hospital where I laid there life less. For 5 whole day I laid there. Then I woke up on the 5th day thinking I was in h&!! cuz I seen my family of non believers sitting there. Then I finally knew I was in the hospital when I tried to talk and I couldnt cuz I had a tube in my throat helping me breathe. I asked myself then asked God why i'm I here? I didnt I go to h&!!, cuz I have heard if you kill yourself you go there. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks after trying to learn how to walk and eat again. I couldnt do anything for myself when I was at the hospital cuz I was so weak sitting in a coma for 5 days doing nothing and then forgetting how to easy stuff like walk or eat and man was it hard to learn again. Well I was eating and walking with of course a walker in about a few days to a week. Then I was all better and got to go home after 2 weeks (well at least I thought) but no I guess they did paper work when I came to the hospital or after I woke up not 100% sure. But I had to go to Mortin Plant and about 3 days and talked to a consulor and have a family thing which that was my ticket home. So after about 3 days I got to go home *CHEERS WOOHOO* Thats when my bestfriend Spencer told me about church and I started going and haven't left since, even after Spencer and his family had to move I still went, I have been going for about a year now and I love it. I have met some great people there. Well i'm not 100% cured. I still have urges to do drugs and bad feelings about myself but there getting better everyday. I just pray to God that one day I wont have any of those feelings and that I can say i'm cured. I pray that no one ever has to go through what I went through and if someone has my advice is get help before its to late. My plans for the future is becoming a nurse and working with kids and babies. This has been my dream ever since I have been in and out of the hospital cuz of my condition.
Love ya all very much, Kristina
Becoming A Christian In My Shoes....
April of 1991, Kristina was born. An innocent child with all the cares in the world. I was born 3 months early,weighing 2lbs 9onces.They said I wouldnt live long and if I did I would be a "messed up child" I was a good child for the most part lol. Sinned and lied (like most people) I did some stuff that I regret and hope I never do them again. At the age of 12 become a pre teen was a big deal for everyone. It was a very big deal for me. I was abused and beaten by words. For me getting beaten by words hurts worse then ever getting abused. The lord has saved me so many times from myself. I've cut,had an eating disorder, even had sex to get rid of the pain. Cuz no one believed me about what happened. But now I know that all it did was make everything worse. Then I turned to drugs. My parents never knew cuz I couldnt tell them that there daughter has a drug problem that would just add to all there stress. Then one day I was outside and desided that I wanted to see what was in my neighbors (abuser) mail box and what to my surprise there was drugs "Morphine" so I was thinking maybe this will take away my pain. So I went to the side of the house and took the whole bottle about 60 pills. Thats when my life turned upside down. I didnt wake up the next morning for school. My mom called 911 and I was Bay flighted to All Childrens hospital where I laid there life less. For 5 whole day I laid there. Then I woke up on the 5th day thinking I was in h&!! cuz I seen my family of non believers sitting there. Then I finally knew I was in the hospital when I tried to talk and I couldnt cuz I had a tube in my throat helping me breathe. I asked myself then asked God why i'm I here? I didnt I go to h&!!, cuz I have heard if you kill yourself you go there. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks after trying to learn how to walk and eat again. I couldnt do anything for myself when I was at the hospital cuz I was so weak sitting in a coma for 5 days doing nothing and then forgetting how to easy stuff like walk or eat and man was it hard to learn again. Well I was eating and walking with of course a walker in about a few days to a week. Then I was all better and got to go home after 2 weeks (well at least I thought) but no I guess they did paper work when I came to the hospital or after I woke up not 100% sure. But I had to go to Mortin Plant and about 3 days and talked to a consulor and have a family thing which that was my ticket home. So after about 3 days I got to go home *CHEERS WOOHOO* Thats when my bestfriend Spencer told me about church and I started going and haven't left since, even after Spencer and his family had to move I still went, I have been going for about a year now and I love it. I have met some great people there. Well i'm not 100% cured. I still have urges to do drugs and bad feelings about myself but there getting better everyday. I just pray to God that one day I wont have any of those feelings and that I can say i'm cured. I pray that no one ever has to go through what I went through and if someone has my advice is get help before its to late. My plans for the future is becoming a nurse and working with kids and babies. This has been my dream ever since I have been in and out of the hospital cuz of my condition.
Love ya all very much, Kristina