I was depressed. I was wounded. Hurt to the core. My soul was damaged. Struck by the loss of my first-born son. This one almost took the life out of me. I was grieving and deeply saddened. Shut off from the world. My emotions got the best of me. My heart was shattered to a billion pieces. I was so far gone.

Before coming to Christ, I used to drink when I was in the clubs. Rum and coke, and mixed fruity drinks were my choice. I went to a club in Orlando to party and hang out.  Unknowing to me, someone spiked my drink. My body began to react in a bad way. I was going in and out of consciousness and vomiting.