- Drugs
- Faith
This is my story. It starts with me and ends with God. As far back as I can remember, my life has been one big mess. When I was young, my mom was a single parent, and instead of busting her butt working two jobs like most single moms, she sold drugs—meth, to be more specific. I can remember people were always in and out of our house at all hours of the night. I remember always being dirty and never having clean clothes to wear to school.
Fast-forward ten years. Her story became my story. I went from being a child who hated drugs and everything that went with them to a teenager who was smoking and selling meth. From ages 15-18, I weighed like 100 pounds soaking wet. I was spun out of my mind. I was angry all the time, and I think I must have dated every piece of crap guy in the county I lived in at the time. At age 18, I got pregnant, and during this time my mom got sober and started going to church. So when I moved home, my mom made me go. After a while of going, God started breaking my heart a little at a time. Eventually I asked God to save me, and he changed my whole world. Thank God for being broken.