I was raised in a Catholic family but we hardly attended church, except on holidays and certain Sundays when we wanted to go out to eat together. As a young child at about the age of eight, I often thought of what kind of life there is after this one on earth but my thoughts constantly left me uneasy. I use to lie in bed while everyone was asleep thinking about God and trying to grasp eternity. While at church I would tell God that when I got older I would become a religious person, one who would be committed to attending church and abstaining from unholy conduct, but for now, I thought I want to live the way I want to live not governed by religious rules and restrictions. As I got older, I became a lot more cynical of God and my families new devotion to God. It was during my second year of high school that I began to call on God for help even though I promised to become religious at a later age.

The reason for my calling on God for help was because life became difficult for me at the age of 16. My father had just purchased a almond ranch in Wasco, Ca which meant we were moving our home for so many years and not only our home but school, friends, and most importantly my relatives. I was never able to adjust to life out there and sank into my own world. I became depressed and began to experience strange symptoms that I had never experienced before. My hands began shaking, my heart would beat so hard that it became difficult to fall asleep, and I became dizzy to the point I felt like the room was spinning. These were just some of the things I began to go through. These symptoms would come and go but later became more frequent and lasted longer, making my life even more difficult. I kept most of these things to myself, not allowing my parents to know what was going on with me. I got to the point later where I did not want to stay living in this new place so I ran away from home but decided to call and let them know where I was at since I really had no place to go to.

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