Two Years.

I just realized on this day two years ago I was just freshly out of the behavior health hospital(mental hospital). When I came out, two years ago, I thought life would be easy. I thought that once I came out that nothing could touch me. Because how can life get worse now? But it did, I wasn't invincible and I wasn't sane. I didn't listen to the advice I got and I just went downhill even further. Even after a year being out I look back; I was still miserable but I was getting to be better. 2010 was a bad year. I missed out on a lot of good things. But for the past 4 years of my life I have so I shouldn't be too down about it. I wish i never met her. She ruined everything. But I was naive and believed the words across the borders. But even now, I am not completely sane. Sure I have a girlfriend(Who I recently proposed too) and it seems like this whole Army thing might just work out for the better. But I am still alone; alone in my thoughts and feelings where no one can reach me. I don't think it will ever go away. I believe it's just a side effect of being depressed your whole life. So, at this time of the night, I will sleep alone, in the safety of my conscience and fully awake to the knowledge I've learned. The knowledge of grace; and that redemption is real. I want to say something profound to the reader of this, something that will stick with you long after I pass away. So, if I die, before I wake tomorrow, I want to say one thing:


Your story is real, and the adventures you take will hurt; you will suffer. There will be highs; even moments of invincibility. But by the end of the tale, salvation will come, in the form of angels Angels that are bond by hope and sincerity.