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Please Don’t Let Me Wake Up

Hi, my name is Khloe, and I’m glad you’re here.

When you’re reading this, you’ll realize that my life wasn’t even close to perfect, no matter how I may have portrayed it.

I grew up with my stepdad, my older sister, and my younger brother. My mom left when I was two, and my biological dad left when I was born. Both of my parents struggle with drug and alcohol addiction. Notice how I said struggle, not struggled. To this day, they are still battling those addictions.

My mom has spent most of her life living on the streets and going in and out of jail. She tried to be a part of my life for a long time, but every time it ended the same way. When I was 13, she got out of jail and came to Seattle. She got our phone numbers and started talking to us. I really thought this was the time she was going to change. I was so excited. I would text her every day and ask how she was doing. Sometimes her texts were a little strange, but I ignored it because I believed she was getting better.

A few days later, I texted her and got no response. I kept texting, asking if she was okay, but to this day I still have no answer.

Growing up, my family also faced a lot of financial struggles. There were times when money was tight and it felt like we were just trying to get by. Watching the people around me have things that my family couldn’t afford made me feel different. It wasn’t just the financial stress; it was the feeling of being left out. I often felt like I didn’t fit in and that I was always on the outside looking in.

When I was 14, I started struggling with severe anxiety and depression. It got to the point where I wouldn’t go to school, and if I did, I would show up late. I stopped talking to people and isolated myself as much as possible. I felt completely alone. My stepdad and I were always fighting, and my sister and I barely talked. I had lost my friends and any sense of purpose in life. I constantly felt left out, unwanted, and like nobody truly understood what I was carrying.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that my life didn’t matter.

One night, while I was home alone, I tried to overdose. I remember talking to God with the little faith I had left and saying,

“God, I don’t belong here. I don’t want to be here. Please don’t let me wake up.”

But I woke up the next morning.

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe I was still here. I was confused and angry, wondering how I had survived.

For months afterward, I would cry myself to sleep. I felt numb and struggled with self-harm. Every day felt heavy, and I couldn’t see a way forward.

Then, over the summer, I got invited to a youth group. I wanted to grow in my faith, so I decided to go.

That night changed my life.

I started showing up every week. I found friends, family, and most importantly, Jesus. For the first time in a long time, I found purpose. I realized I couldn’t do life alone.

When I was 15, I got baptized on March 16, 2026, and it was the best decision of my life. Getting baptized didn’t make all my problems disappear, but it was a public declaration that I was choosing to follow Jesus. It marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life.

While I still face struggles with my family, financial stress, and difficult seasons, I know now that I don’t have to carry those burdens by myself. God has been faithful through every high and low, even when I couldn’t see it.

My life isn’t perfect, but God has shown me that He can bring hope into the darkest situations. He gave me purpose when I felt lost, strength when I felt weak, and a reason to keep going when I wanted to give up.

If you’re struggling today, know that you’re not alone. God sees you, loves you, and has a purpose for your life, even when you can’t see it yet.

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