Somehow G_d has allowed me to survive this far, despite all that has happened to me. Despite my own depression that has been trying to cause my own self-desctruction, G_d does not want me to die just yet. If he did want me to die, I'd be dead already, wouldn't I? G_d's will, not my own.
I've done mostly clean living, except for a few dark-times of my life that I was a lost sheep during my teen-age years and early college years that I wasn't sure if G_d existed or not. I drank booze, I smoke cigars and ciagrettes. But somehow I knew I had to quit all that, and change. I no longer smoke or drink, I was able to quit. I started believing in G_d again.