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My journey is not dissimilar to that of millions of people around the world. I grew up in chaos. My mother was a drug addict and alcoholic. My father abandoned me when I was barely 2 years old. My step-father was hyper abusive, and the kind of guy that you pray never enters your life. We grew up in The Mormon Church where I was molested by one of the Ward’s mothers in the night. Since we were often homeless and the church partitioners took us in I wasn’t allowed to say a word. By the time I was 11 I had been entirely stripped of my childhood. Between the beatings, belittlement, molestation, and homelessness I was ready to kill myself. By 12 I was using drugs daily. One of my brothers and I were adopted by our racist grandmother.My businesses were booming, but everything else around me was in shambles. I was addicted to sex, porn and love, I was drinking and getting stoned every day, and seeking validation from every external source I could find. I was also in the worst shape of my life at over 140 lbs overwei