I started asking questions of some friends of mine that I knew were in church, like; “Really what’s the point of existence? What’s the meaning of life?”
"It launched with force. It slammed into my chest. The top claws, the front claws were all up by my face and by my neck.......... I was twenty four years old. I didn’t want to die."
It was just terrible. So I’m taking the medicine and I am correctly diagnosed but I’m still not really feeling any better. I’m not free from this bipolar.
"I almost feel completely empty, completely drained, completely freed of everything that had held me back before."
"I actually told him that. “I’m not in love with you anymore."
People ask; “What’s your biggest success story?” I’ll say; “Staying married.”
"When my brother passed it was a point of, I really had to cry out to the Lord because the pain was immense."
"That just gave me a front row seat to one of God’s miracles."
"I don’t have to worry and feel like the outcast, that I don’t have a father. "