My life spiraled downward from there. I didn’t know it at the time, but that home I grew up in had a
generational curse. Nobody taught me about Jesus, love, or comfort. It wasn’t their fault; nobody taught them.

By 2014, I was desperate. I prayed, “God, I can’t live this life anymore, but I can’t stop. I don’t know what to do.” I ended up in Franklin County Regional Jail, lost, helpless, and hopeless. I had tried to cover the pain, but it was a void I couldn’t fill. I was in a jail cell, and I was in a prison of my own mind. I prayed, “God, if you’re real, save me and change my life or let me die.” I meant it—I was that broken.

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