At age 12 my stepdad sexually abused me. A year later, I moved to my Dad's. I was severely depressed and I was abusing myself. I was also messing with weed and I was on 4 different meds for depression. Within a year at my Dad's I ended up in the hospital for depression and suicidal thoughts. This happened 3 times. Grades in school plummeted. I went back and forth between hating and loving God. I didn't know who I was or where I was going. In fall 2010 I took multiple pills, trying to get high, to feel happy. That day I went to the hospital, I thought it was the end, but God knew it wasn't. He saved me again. I got help from leaders at church. In Jan. 2011 I was off all my meds, feeling free and ready for my future. Looking back now I see that every bad thing Satan meant for destruction was turned into something beautiful by God's grace. The brokeness, shame, depression, hate was turned into love, strength, joy,]and hope. This isn't the end to my story, God's still writing it.