In these final hours, as I reflect on my journey, I can feel the weight of emotions lifting off my shoulders. The absence of alcohol and cigarettes has allowed my body to heal, and I no longer use overeating as a coping mechanism. My physical health has improved, and I am grateful for the support of my therapist and the antidepressants that have helped stabilize my mood.

But what has truly been a lifeline for me is the presence of God and the Church in my life. Though I can no longer attend services due to medical reasons, the impact it has had on my spirit is immeasurable. The Pastor, with his profound wisdom and compassion, introduced me to the goodness of Jesus. Through his teachings, I have discovered a profound love and faith that sustains me.

The people within the Church have become like a second family to me. Their warmth and acceptance have been a source of comfort and belonging. I have found solace in their prayers and support, knowing that I am never alone in my struggles.

As I near the end of my story, I can confidently say that there are no final regrets. I have found peace and fulfillment in my relationships, especially the deep love I have for my daughter. My journey has been marked by growth, resilience, and a renewed sense of purpose.

I am grateful for the path I have walked, even with its ups and downs, as it has led me to this moment of contentment and gratitude. With God by my side and the love of my family, I am ready to embrace whatever lies beyond these final hours with a heart filled with faith and hope.