To be honest, if I didn't have my religion. I probably would have suicided when I hit eighteen. Back then, I was seriously considering jumping off a bridge. But my belief that there was some reason I'm alive stopped me. Even if it's a small role, the hope there was a reason is why I'm here today.

Because I thought I was worthless. I still do at times. But it was that belief that kept me walking. Even when I was in the darkest parts of my mind, including killing people.

People just use that belief for bad sometimes. A excuse. But the sad thing is, those people can find another excuse to kill. People who were me don't. They need hope. Be it in religion or family.