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Forgave Dad for killing Mom.
I kept dreaming about visiting Dad in prison.
After twenty jail terms, now able to be with my kids.
Life was perfect. Then Mom died.
Prayed to Satan, God, Buddha—whoever.
A prostitute for years when I met my husband.
Survived grenade and bullet wounds, but not the nightmares.
Roger - part 2
Face to face with my combat enemy.
After addiction to crack, my family was restored.
Picked up by a stranger. Forever changed.
Got involved in drugs and lost custody of my son.
Followed my comedian dad toward death by drugs.
Mom was dying. I took her prescription pain pills.
Just wanted to end it all.
Parked each morning outside the liquor store.
Got high in the church bathroom, but now a missionary.
Chased by a narcotics agent. Caught by God.
He was 60. I was 14.
How could someone like me marry a virgin?
Shot up meth as a 16-year-old mother. Now I’m sober.
This woman loved me. Why does Mom hate me?
My head wound required surgery.
Forgave my stepfather who abused me.
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