Dear Reader,
There was a time in my life when I believed I had found something beautiful.
Not in truth… but in feeling.
In my addiction, there were moments—brief, almost sacred—where life felt full, alive, and even peaceful.
For a moment, I thought: “This is it. This is the life I’ve been looking for.”
But it was not real.
Because what followed was always the same:
The come down.
The shaking.
The cold.
The return of hopelessness.
And with it came the truth:
What I thought I had found… I could not hold.
So I chased it again.
Another drink. Another escape. Another attempt to hold onto something that was never meant to last.
The cycle continued:
Hope → Illusion → Collapse → Despair → Repeat
Until one day…
A power greater than anything I knew met me in that darkness.
Not as a feeling.
Not as an illusion.
But as Light.
And I was faced with a choice:
Continue on a path of destruction, insanity, and death…
Or turn toward that Light.
That Light had a name: Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
“I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” — John 8:12
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