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I make no excuses for myself really, for my dark days. They simply were what they were--a mixture of upbringing and poor choices, not a cause for eternal damnation. I was hardened, believe me. I was quite bitter against those who appeared to be better off, having had somewhat of a more blessed journey than I, which brings me to my dark days in the flesh, when I lived the only way I knew how. I made a bit of money here and there doing things I was not proud of and yet, I did what I had to, to survive. For the most part, I saw no way out. I was definitely ready for a glimmer of hope, some light at the end of a long and dark tunnel.

I make no excuses for myself really, for my dark days. They simply were what they were--a mixture of upbringing and poor choices, not a cause for eternal damnation. I was hardened, believe me. I was quite bitter against those who appeared to be better off, having had somewhat of a more blessed journey than I, which brings me to my dark days in the flesh, when I lived the only way I knew how. I made a bit of money here and there doing things I was not proud of and yet, I did what I had to, to survive. For the most part, I saw no way out. I was definitely ready for a glimmer of hope, some light at the end of a long and dark tunnel.