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My family prayed intensely for me to come back to my senses. They were afraid for me because I could no longer read and write. I was unable to listen to music and couldn’t bear watching television. I was eventually able to watch 30 minute sitcoms. I would watch, “Martin” every day, over and over again. The news and documentaries were way out of my league. And music brought an unbearable pain in my heart. The depression was over the top. After my soulmate died in my arms, my world came to an abrupt halt. I knew then and there, I had to do something different or I was going to die. I started having suicidal ideologies and I did not know how to live on my own. The mental illness along with my substance abuse was beyond my control to get better by myself. I knew I needed help. That was when I reached out to God for help. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I did not like the way I was living and God was so good, he turned my life around with a 360 degree circle. God started talking to me again. I was giving strict instructions on what to do in order to save my life. I went to a church and told the saints my dilemma. I was homeless and on drugs and desperately needed prayer. The prayers were 69 | Celbrating Ourselves

Celebrating Ourselves 2018  

Compilation of writing from guests who attended the Writing Cafe in the winter.

Celebrating Ourselves 2018  

Compilation of writing from guests who attended the Writing Cafe in the winter.