I have PTSD and anxiety. I'm generally a very low risk for suicide.

There was a point though in my late twenties when my husband and I couldn't conceive. Biologically it was because of me, and I'd had an abortion years before and the guilt was crushing.

I was just done. My sister showed up and sat with me and wouldn't leave me alone. She saved my life that night.

I came away with the same sense that God was in that moment... and in other critical points in my life and it baffles me. I'm nobody.

Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so sorry you lost your cousin. I'm glad you're still here.