When I was a junior in high school, I didn’t want to die. But I remember reaching a point where I didn’t want to keep living the way I was either.
I was lonely, sad, and carrying things I did not know how to handle. I grew up knowing Jesus and had a loving Christian mom who raised me in church, but I also grew up without a father and carried wounds from that brokenness that I did not understand. By my senior year of high school, I wanted to escape everything I thought was causing my pain and loneliness. So, I ran from it all.
I started looking for something that would make me feel better. I wanted the emptiness I was carrying to feel full and my life to feel more in my control.