On a summer night in 1987, as a shy five year old, I listened terrified as this angry Baptist preacher shouted about how we were all going to hell. That didn't sound like much fun to me so I asked my mom how I could make sure that never happened to me.
I thought I was set for life. But life got hard and my response to those difficulties was anger, bitterness and depression. I tried using whatever I could find to numb the pain that I felt in my soul, but nothing worked.
Than one day, it all just fell apart. My mask came off and I saw what I had really become. I had a choice: give in to the depression and end it all or give up trying my way and let God have control. That day in December, I m
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