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Trino

I was an 18-year-old who had walked faithfully with God for six years, but when my brother was brutally murdered I was so overwhelmed with grief I turned to alcohol, marijuana, and crystal meth to numb the pain, and I wanted to hold an entire race accountable for the actions of one man.

Rodney

I was a little Black kid growing up in the streets, no father, looking up to drug dealers and OGs, trying to be the tough guy, the gangster. I was searching for identity, acceptance, and validation in all the wrong places — and I had a temper that could flip on a dime.

Joshua

I was a born-again Christian two and a half years into walking with Jesus, doing street evangelism, casting out demons, seeing miracles — but secretly questioning whether Jesus was really the only way, and curious whether psychedelics could give me deeper spiritual truth.

RJ

I was raised in church, called to ministry at 12, but by my late teens I was addicted to pornography and sexual sin, drinking, partying, experimenting with steroids, and running from God into the fire service — numb to the Holy Spirit I once knew intimately.

Alyssa

I was a broken witch — depressed, anxious, plagued by nightmares and sleep paralysis, using crystals, tarot, manifesting, and every new age practice I could find, convinced I was born this way and that the Christian God didn't love me.

Leah

I was a latchkey kid who never felt wanted or loved, chasing one drug after another for decades — pain pills, crack, heroin — selling myself for drugs, attempting suicide, and believing I was a sacrifice God had written off.

Neil

I was a bitter, cynical, selfish Jewish atheist. I had a 40-year pornography addiction, I was buying sex from women, lying to everyone, and stuffing it all down behind a mask. I didn't believe in God and I had no idea how to love anyone.