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So, I had a glass of wine and I got a buzz. I thought; “This is pretty good.” I was immediately addicted.
That night I was gang raped by five men. I was so ashamed and so embarrassed. I felt like it was my fault. I blamed myself and I didn’t want to tell anyone.
"I was taking ecstasy, cocaine, pain killers or whatever it took just to feel numb."
"I am so happy that I can be the mother that my daughter deserves."
I didn’t know if God loved me. I was just so desperate. I started to try to find my identity in relationships with guys.
"I looked up at the altar and Jesus came out of that altar. He walked right out. I knew it was Him."
"I never realized the God that they serve is not the biblical God. The reason I didn’t realize it is because, as a Mormon, I never read the word of God."
When my mother was pregnant with me she decided she didn’t want to have me
I just started squalling and laughing and carrying on like a crazy woman. It was like a bolt of lightening hit me in the head.
Without ever hearing him say a word he spoke to me. He said, “I am the fifth fallen angel. You’ve served me well, and you will serve me again.”