When nobody was there for me...

I gotta say, I love my life. I really do. Most mornings I wake up, and I'm excited for the day that's getting ready to happen.
But while I hate to be a bible thumper, I really think that if I didn't have the knowledge that jesus was alive and kicking, and working actively in my life, I couldn't do it. I couldn't go on existing. And here's why.
I just can't do it alone. I'm way too...stupid? Well, yes, but more than that, I really have struggled with depression at times in my life. One time in particular, I was in a really bad way. I couldn't sleep, and I lost almost 20 pounds in a month because my appetite was gone. For the first time in my life, thoughts of sadness just like, enveloped me. And so, I turned to my parents. And what did they do? Nothing. I'm not sure what the deal was, but I think they just didn't take me seriously. Anyways, I felt deserted. Totally alone.
One day, I was having some seriously dangerous thoughts. And then, all of the sudden, I could just like, feel the evil in the room. Creepy voodoo crap I know, but for serious, have you read the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis? Demons are active in our lives I think. So it was freakin scary. And when I finally got the sense knocked into me, I cried out to God. I felt like a freakin bible story. I was like, sobbing. And you know, he was there with me. You call me crazy, but he was for sure. More than I could feel the floor under my feet or the tears in my eyes, I felt my god, right next to me. helping me when nobody else would.
ok i've said enough. we'll finish this later i think.