My mom was my best friend.

The bad things that I've ever encountered, I was able to tell mom.

When she died, that's when the depression kicked in.

I was involved in gang violence.

I've been doing meth every day for like 15 years.

I'd go to prison and I'd be getting high in prison.

The hate that I had in me, I would pour that out on everybody else.

It drove me just to a bottom where I really just wanted to make other people feel my pain.

I was involved with tarot, witchcraft, sigil, spellwork.

I felt this spiritual hunger to believe in something, to know where I belonged.

I stole somebody's truck.

I'd pretty much went on rampage.

I'd ran out of town.

The fear that I'd been running from, it was getting closer and closer to me.

I took pills, whatever was in my vicinity.

I tried it.

I literally wanted to just go in the club and stay in the club and just be free.

I believe that I was my own God,

that I could manifest the life that I wanted,

and that eventually I would reach spiritual awakening,

and I would be fulfilled, I would be happy.

I thought it had worked until it didn't.

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