After My Father's Death

 


    After my father passed away from an overdose, I was living with my mother, who was struggling to cope with the loss. She didn’t want to return to work, and when she received his death benefits, she gave me the money to buy a couple of pounds of marijuana. The idea was that I would sell it to help cover our household expenses. It wasn’t my first time dealing drugs, but this marked a deeper dive into that lifestyle. At first, I was focused on making ends meet, but things quickly spiraled out of control.

    Not long after that, I began using powder cocaine heavily. What started as a way to support my family turned into a dangerous habit. I began trading marijuana for cocaine instead of using the profits to pay bills. My priorities shifted, and I lost sight of the original purpose. The night I got robbed was a turning point. I had just picked up two pounds of marijuana and my prescription for Xanax. Everything was in a backpack on the passenger seat when someone I knew—someone I grew up with—ran up, grabbed the bag, and disappeared. By the time I figured out who it was, they were already halfway to Miami.

    That experience shook me. It wasn’t just the financial loss—it was the betrayal, the danger, and the realization that I was living a life that could end at any moment. I was caught in a cycle of addiction, risk, and desperation. But today, I’m grateful to say that I no longer depend on selling drugs to survive. God has transformed my life in ways I never imagined. I now run an online business, and even when money is tight, God always finds a way to provide. I don’t live in fear anymore. I don’t worry about being robbed or ripped off. I feel safe, and I feel supported. Every day is a reminder of how far I’ve come and how much grace I’ve been given. I’m deeply thankful to God for pulling me out of that life and giving me a new path—one filled with peace, purpose, and hope.








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