Hope is healthy. I felt useless, used up, dirty, and used. I didn’t plan or ponder I simply walked into the bathroom and took all the pills in the medicine cabinet. Several days later, I had a conversation with my earthly father about why I was still alive.Through his words, I caught a revelation that if I was still breathing, there must be a reason. If taking all the pills in the medicine cabinet didn’t kill me, then there must be a reason.