Amy's Story

The only way I could effectively release the pain was through cutting myself. I began to believe I was losing my mind as I chopped and changed from being content, to being depressed, from starvation to mid night binges and from self-harming to suicidal fantasies. I hated life. I hated myself. I recall standing on the edge of the cliff top near to where I live, tears streaming down my face, staring down at the rocks below and believing that with one jump I could escape all of the pain. I had no peace, no joy, no hope, no life.  

At Mercy, God gently removed the masks that I constantly hid behind and He broke down the walls and barriers that I had built up to protect myself. The unconditional love of the Mercy Staff and their unfailing support and godly wisdom taught me that my past is not my future, but also that my past isn’t a complete write-off, as it demonstrates God’s almighty power to overcome anything and everything. God has literally taken my past and recycled it to shape my future.  And as I begin this next exciting phase of life that God is taking me into, I hold in my heart all the tools and teaching that I have learnt at Mercy.