I'm not going to get into all the specifics. When I was a young man. I attempted suicide. I was dying in my bathroom around 3am. For some reason my Mother woke up and found me. I was rushed to a hospital and saved. It was then I learned about manic depression and bipolar disorder in a mental institution. If "something" hadn't woke my Mother up telling her I needed her help, I would not be here. I guess that's my little "miracle." (If you have suicidal thoughts please talk to someone. You can get help. It will get better.)