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šŸ•Šļø From Tent to Temple: How Jesus Led Me Through Meth, Mountains, and Miracles

Updated: Aug 24, 2025

I didn’t start this journey in a yoga studio. I started it in a tent. On a snowy mountain. Addicted to meth. Alone. After giving my baby away.

I was 16 when I got pregnant. 200 pounds. The same weight as my little brother, who was only 13. The father was a liar, a cheater, and a drug user. I chose adoption because I knew I couldn’t give him the life I never had.

After that, I fell apart.

I cried every day for a year. I used meth to numb the ache. I chased boys to escape my parents’ rotting house—physically, emotionally, spiritually. I neglected my siblings. I cleaned obsessively. I prayed over filth. I tried to make it sacred.

Eventually, my parents found out. They kicked me out. I lived in a tent for six months. In winter. On a mountain.

I saw things no one should see.

I survived things no one should survive. And still—Jesus was there.

āœļø The Faith That Never Left

I studied the Bible as a child. I went to church. I knew His voice.

But when I got anorexia, my family left the church. Everything spiraled. But He never left me.

Even in addiction. Even in abuse. Even in homelessness. He was in my heart. He was in the prayers I whispered over dirty floors. He was in the breath I took when I had nothing else.

Everything I went through was part of His plan. Not to punish me. But to prepare me.

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🌿 The Resurrection Begins

After the boy went to jail, I moved to Florida. Two weeks later, I left him. And I started working out.

That was the first detox. Not just of my body—but of my soul.

I began eating fruit, coconut chia pudding, kombucha. I soaked my grains. I soaked my nuts. I moved my body. I prayed. I studied again.

I didn’t just heal—I resurrected.

šŸ”„ Why I Share This

Because someone out there is still in the tent. Still crying. Still using. Still believing they’re too broken to be chosen.

But I’m here to say: You are not forgotten. You are not too far gone. You are not unworthy.

Jesus doesn’t need you to be perfect. He needs you to be willing.

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