Beyond witchcraft.

L.A. gangs, guns, home invasions.

Asked God to kill my husband.

Loved after my abortion.

Chattanooga’s top cocaine dealer thanks police.

I embraced her after she killed my son.

This atheist demanded logical answers.

Gangs, girls, and machetes.

A stroke ended my dental practice and my adultery.

I was perfect, except for the lies, black eyes, and failed marriage.

Addicted to a relationship.

This thing inside me screamed: “No, don’t pray!”

Date-raped. Pregnant. Counseling success.

Stole from Walmarts to feed my addiction.

Drove my drunk Dad home at age 12.

I felt the addiction exit my body through my fingers.

VP for CBS Records. Buds with Michael Jackson. But still empty.

Dad founded Hamas, the militant Muslim group.

Mother of five. Meth cook.

Mom beat me, cussed my pastor, and arrested me in church.

Will anyone love this hungry orphan?

A rival gang fired six bullets into my parents’ bedroom.

I call close friends to help me stop the porn and sex addictions.

I was intoxicated at the wheel and my son died.

Gambled away me and my husband’s paychecks.

Musical fame, but a $70/year drug habit.

Should I be with a man or a woman?

Because I said “hi” she didn’t kill herself.

I tied fishing wire to the shotgun’s trigger.

My first girlfriend to say no was an atheist.

Angels protected as the drug lord tried to kill me.

I can’t really remember the traumatic event.

Forgave Mom, even after sexual abuse.

Girls, drugs, and a new pickup truck.

On my knees asked Satan to grant all my sexual desires.

Forgave Dad for killing Mom.

Sure, I danced with the stars.

Prostituted myself for drugs.

Life was perfect. Then Mom died.

Motorcross, money, and the porn industry.

I was the watchman for athlete-cheerleader trysts.

Assaulted four friends with my Navy Seal knife.

A demon was behind me always cutting myself.

My Jewish roommate blew my mind.

Hundreds of gay hook ups did not satisfy.

I was shocked. They were genuine.

Heroin addict in Russia.

Homosexuality and my Dad the preacher.

From next school superintendent to crackhead.

The bullet is still in my head.

Is my fiancé still alive?

Face to face with my combat enemy.

Is my fiancé still alive?

Met the boy my wife did not abort.

Reaching a child makes an impact.

The bullet is still in my head.

They were stoned. I was hearing voices.

Daddy pain.

Arrested for assaulting my wife.

What would my free love, hippie parents think?

Two little girls changed my life.

Being the intellectual disguised my hurt.

Screamed at my abuser’s grave.

Coped with “fatboy” jokes by cracking them first.

Decided to drive off a cliff.

Political prisoner in refugee camp.

Organized week long drunk with friends.

Will I ever have friends?

Even my fellow methheads said I was in trouble.

Hate men. Love men.

From next school superintendent to crackhead.

Binge drinking man’s man.

Long hair and guitars are of the devil?

Partying was my religion.

Homosexuality and my Dad the preacher.

Dad’s affair at church left me bitter.

My debauchery destroyed my marriage.

This “spiritual icon” needed to fix himself.

My life—partying and friends.

I shut down my yoga commune.

In the studio with Mick Jagger.

He was 60. I was 14.

Headed for the NFL, and then . . .

An abused boy must prove his sexual manhood.

Football, parties, girls. Everything I needed.

Dad put me on his knee, then I never saw him again.

Followed my comedian dad toward death by heroin.

Prayed to Satan, God, Buddha—whoever.

Survived grenade and bullet wounds, but not the nightmares.

Heroin addict in Russia.

Social services removed me from our home.

Had a baby by my foster father.

Very rich and very addicted.

Low self esteem, depressed, suicidal by middle school.

When the preacher said Jesus Christ, I thought he was cussing.

Final Four athlete with an egomania problem.

From corporate jets to food stamps.

Picked up by a stranger. Forever changed.

Had an affair. Got a divorce.

Charged with over 100 felonies.

Put $15,000 on Dad’s credit card.

Shoot out with the police.

I loved crack cocaine.

Being gang-raped at age four marred my sexual identity.

Verbally abused.

I was shocked. They were genuine.

People pleaser.

Hundreds of gay hook ups did not satisfy.

My party friends were becoming an issue.

Rejected and beaten by a man.

Drugged and gang raped.

Five divorces by age thirty.

Two kids. Twenty jail terms.

My Jewish roommate blew my mind.

A demon was behind me always cutting myself.

Assaulted four friends with my Navy Seal knife.

I was the watchman for athlete-cheerleader trysts.

Motorcross, money, and the porn industry.

Life was perfect. Then Mom died.

Prostituted myself for drugs.

Sure, I danced with the stars.

Forgave Dad for killing Mom.

On my knees asked Satan to grant all my sexual desires.

Girls, drugs, and a new pickup truck.

Forgave Mom, even after sexual abuse.

I can’t really remember the traumatic event.

Angels protected as the drug lord tried to kill me.

My first girlfriend to say no was an atheist.

I tied fishing wire to the shotgun’s trigger.

Because I said “hi” she didn’t kill herself.

Should I be with a man or a woman?

Musical fame, but a $70/year drug habit.

Gambled away me and my husband’s paychecks.

I was intoxicated at the wheel and my son died.

Feared death and hated blacks.

I call close friends to help me stop the porn and sex addictions.

A rival gang fired six bullets into my parents’ bedroom.

Cops were everywhere.

Will anyone love this hungry orphan?

Sold my soul to the Devil.

Mom beat me, cussed my pastor, and arrested me in church.

A bright light entered the room as I lay dying.

Stole my kids’ toys to buy meth and cocaine.

Mother of five. Meth cook.

Dad founded Hamas, the militant Muslim group.

Angry. Who do I blame?

VP for CBS Records. Buds with Michael Jackson. But still empty.

Porn and adultery destroyed my marriage.

My estranged daughter called from the hospital. I arrived drunk.

I felt the addiction exit my body through my fingers.

My twin grandsons did not have to die.

He loved me through the sexual abuse—then suddenly died.