I nearly died after contemplating suicide. Long story I won’t get in to. The thing that stopped was a sudden conviction that Hell is a real place, and I was about to spend eternity there. I felt myself recoiling from it like one does standing too close to a cliff.
After I got out of the hospital, I was a physical and emotional wreck, and people abandoned me. In that place of absence, I starting looking for the one who showed Hell to me as a warning and saved my life.
I began researching the resurrection of Christ, and I am convinced He is who he said he is.
I’m only less sad now because I know Him a little. I know I have to do His will, even though I’m a fuck up. That’s okay though, Saint Peter was too, in his own way, and he was the one Christ used to build His church. I pray the rosary daily, and I don’t miss mass now. You may not be happy if you convert, but you’ll put the world’s vanity behind you. Peace be with you.