I pulled an old jacket tight around me and slammed the door of my rundown apartment. It was four in the morning—quiet enough that it was safer and easier to make a quick stop at the crack dealer on the corner. That was my life. I lived in darkness, brokenness, and addiction.

I had lost everything.

My children were gone. My family estranged. My job—vanished. My home no longer felt like home. I was shackled by addiction, and the devil had stolen every part of my identity. I lived for the nex...