Well that bday weekend I consumed a xanax and lots of alcohol. And I did awful things while blacked out. I was probably possessed during those blackouts. Therefore you become into a very grimy and even more wicked being. And the problem with those pills (if you take them for recreational use) they make you forget and black out but you still continue to function but your conscious mind is not there. Since early 2010 I started to consume another pill, Bars, also called Xanax. It was my bday weekend and I went all out like any other junkie would. It was on April 18, my birthday is on April 19. I was not happy unless I was high or drunk. Rolling and drinking, and smoking weed and snorting cocaine. Rolling sometimes every day for I was unemployed. I would feel very light headed and would get dizzy. By December, my head was starting to act funny. In those 4 months I consumed 150 pills of X or more. Then again I would roll with 3 pills Saturday nights. I would pop 3 more pills on Friday nights. Eating absolutely nothing the whole day, for it takes way the craving for food. I would roll (tripping on X) on Wednesdays (my week day off from work) and pop 3 pills, and roll the entire day in my friend’s room. After our divorce, in the year of 2009, I was addicted to ecstasy(X). When I my then husband wanted to divorce me, I thought of killing myself many times. My life revolved around me having a relationship, henceforth why I gave myself to them. Maybe because I did not have a father in my life. And our relationship was short of an ideal one. At 17 years old, I was already in bondage to alcohol and weed. Since 15 years old I started to drink, and was a constant drinker, an alcoholic until this year. And did it a couple of times a year until 2011-2012 I was snorting every weekend. And was a constant smoker(everyday) up until this year. At the age of 15 years old, I started to smoke marijuana. And did not value my body or life at all. Some that I rather not say but I am going to for I am not that person anymore. I did have a theory that we were planted here by aliens and they were our makers. Even though I did not completely believe in Him, I would pray to Him when I really wanted something or needed help. He has had many marriages, and many kids. He was an alcoholic and the last time I saw him I was 12 yrs old. And once I left Colombia at 9 years old to come to the US, I stopped going to church, because my mother doesn't really like going to church (I doubt a catholic church would have helped anyways). Lets start off with I never truly believed in Him. This is my testimony on how Jesus Christ CHANGED MY LIFE, Testimony: How Jesus Christ Changed My LifeĬatherine's testimony " How Jesus Christ Changed My Life" on, 2:52pm.
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