• Laying here in the dark with tears falling down my face. No one here to help me find my way back to the light. Am I dead or am I hiding in my depressed heart so no one can find me. Does anyone know that I am hiding here.... Will they come and look for me? Wait I see a bright light walking toward me. Who is it? Is it God or is it the guy I have been dreaming of? His skin is so beautiful. He gives out his hand and tells me that this darkhole of depression is not for me. I take his hand, he picks me up, and he cradles me into his arms. I asked for his name and how he found me. He told me that his name was Archangel Micheal and God told him to come and save me. After that day I always turn to God for the answers.