Every since the death of my brother I smoked marijuana to be able to cope with my life. I had problems I just couldn’t believe… I sometimes still think I'm in a dream of some sort until this day… my brother passing because of me who I miss so much. We were fighting as some brothers do, and I had a knife. I hit him in the legs… well it hit an artery and he passed away. I never ever fight no more.

Since I've trusted in Jesus, my nightmares have stopped. I'm taking medicine for my psychological mental processes and behavior. I'm diagnosed as being bipolar, and meds I take are called Pasil. I used to not take them and just smoke a lot of weed, at least a quarter pound a week. It kept me calm and cool with myself, easy to do things without getting a block on what I was doing, like Pasil but a lot better. Well Jesus I find is far more better than both, even though I'm still taking the Pasil, I think I'm ready to stop that soon. Jesus and I are working on that – maybe one day I'll be just fine thanks to Christ Jesus.