| Hi. My name is Michelle and I'm 15 years old.
Here's my story:
I was born and am being raised (lol) in a Christian family. When I was 5 years old my daddy took me outside into our front yard that was overlooking the beautiful lake that we lived on. That day I thought that I had given my life to the Lord, but just a few months ago I finally realized that I hadn't done it with a sincere heart. In April of 2000 I made 2 attempts at suicide it one day ultimately because I had a crush on some guy. He was a pot head and I had lied to him and told him that I was a pot head too. Three days later I figured that it would be better to die than to have to fess up to the lie to him and his mom. God must not have wanted me to die because both times that I tried to pull the trigger my parents pulled in the driveway and I was afraid that if they found me too soon that I would live and would have to fess up anyway so why suffer. In September of that same year I again attempted to take my life, but this time, I wasn't even sure why until a few days later when I was talking to one of my good friends online. I remember the next 15 minutes in great detail. I don't know if you would call it demon possession or demon affliction but either way my body was being taken over by an evil force. My friend had just asked me if I was sure that I was a Christian and I had yelled at him for even mentioning such a thing. Then all of a sudden I felt like my body was a puppet and I was inside it watching myself be controlled by something else. "I" kept yelling at my friend for talking about God and anything that associated with God. All the while my friend was praying and talking about Jesus and finally the demon left and then my friend asked me if I wanted to be saved for real this time and I said absolutely. Since then I have attempted once to take my life, but suicide is a little bit like drugs because the more you do it the easier it gets, but I am recovering quickly and I am loving the Lord more every day. Sincerely and God Bless,
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