Through all of this—the people I’ve hurt, the brain cells I’ve killed, the neighbors of meth lab manufacturers, and the families who have lost loved ones to chemsex drugs—let me tell you one thing: for the first time in my life, I’m genuinely glad my heart is still beating. Tonight, I asked God for forgiveness, something I never thought I’d do as a lifelong atheist. Life has a funny way of surprising you.
From Atheist to Asking God: The Day I Finally Thanked My Beating Heart (LOL)
