I remember the exact moment I decided to kill myself. It was late in the evening. I was lying on my bed. All the drugs and alcohol I’d been taking for years couldn’t touch the black hopelessness that was my life. Death was the only way out.
I was twenty-three years old. I settled myself into the not-unwelcome thought that my life would soon be over.
Suddenly I felt a strong presence hovering over me. Clearly spoken into my physical ear, I heard the word, “NO!”
Instantly, I knew there was a plan for my life and it was not suicide.
A deep peace came over me. Deeper and more profound than anything I had known before.
From that point I was guided, step-by-step, to everything I needed to change my life.