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PHOTO BY GERI SIMPKINS PHOTOGRAPHY<br />
Big Mike was born. People couldn’t help but<br />
notice me; I was huge—your typical meathead.<br />
Everywhere I went, heads turned,<br />
and people called out my name, “Hey, Big<br />
Mike! What’s up, man?” I loved it!<br />
In addition to the steroids, I began using<br />
ecstasy. Big Mike knew how to party. I lived<br />
it up, all for the sake of trying to be somebody<br />
because, inside, I was pretty sure I<br />
was a nobody.<br />
Then, one night, the party ended, and<br />
I woke up in complete mental anguish,<br />
surrounded by darkness, and terrified<br />
to death. My heavy steroid use had led to<br />
suicidal depression. The darkness lasted<br />
for days, and I couldn’t eat or function<br />
normally.<br />
I felt like a guinea pig as doctors<br />
searched for a drug to bring my mind back<br />
into balance. Eventually, they found the<br />
right meds to help me. I knew by that point<br />
that alcohol triggered my depression, so I<br />
tried not to drink because the darkness<br />
terrified me. Occasionally, however, I’d lose<br />
control, go out and get drunk, and send<br />
myself right back into a living hell. The<br />
darkness that enveloped me in January<br />
of 2004 almost destroyed me.<br />
This time, it was more intense than<br />
ever, and I was overwhelmed by suicidal<br />
thoughts. I couldn’t escape from the darkness<br />
that controlled my mind.<br />
I kept calling my doctor, begging him<br />
to help me. “This stuff is not leaving me,<br />
I’ve craved<br />
attention for<br />
as long as I can<br />
remember. My<br />
prideful desire to<br />
be the center of<br />
the room came<br />
with big price tags.<br />
Yet no matter the<br />
cost, I kept paying<br />
the price.<br />
doc! I’m going to die!” I’m thankful for the<br />
doctors and all the help the Lord sent my<br />
way. It’s only by God’s grace that I came out<br />
of that season alive.<br />
I finally realized that if something didn’t<br />
change, I was going to die. It was only a<br />
matter of time. I ended up attending a local<br />
church service where I heard about Jesus<br />
and how He could help people like me.<br />
When the pastor presented an invitation<br />
for people to receive Jesus as their Savior,<br />
I went forward, grabbed the microphone,<br />
and told everyone I was giving Jesus a try.<br />
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