When I was 18 I was very depressed. When I lost my place to live my life went spiraling down. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go and nobody to see. So I wanted my life to fall short from the earth because I felt that nobody loved me any more. And I attempted suicide. Sadly, I failed
On my entrance to my new life as a client of mental health, I was sad.
I had started out as a vagabond, a wanderer- set out to be successful and find a new home. I was raised a blonde blue eyed boy in Watsonville, California, my home town.
I was so depressed- and terrified to live. I turned my life and my will over to the hands of God. He said I would hunger and thirst no more. I knew I had to spread the Good Word and let people hear the truth of his Love. And happily I went to downtown Santa Cruz telling all that would hear. When I learned that not everyone was welcoming to my words or did not appreciate the truth I cried and again I spiraled down but I did not give up.
After 4 years of homeless wandering I was 22 years old. I was led to MHCAN by the spirit along with county mental health.