When I was younger I read the Bible quiet often and I vividly remember an instance were I read about how God greatly punished suicidal people that either succeeded or didn't.
But because of my age it stunned me that someone would do that to themself it didn't make sense at all obviously as my life was filled with rainbows,bike rides, play dates,zoo trips and ice cream. Little did I know that once I got older trauma was in store for me and gradually I experienced it in its assorted forms and the perspective that once stunned me was slowly becoming a reality. Then one Sunday afternoon I set off to enjoy an iced coffee at a nearby cafe as I sat...