In 2013 my depressions was bad, smoking weed heavy, gluttony, pornography, EVERYDAY. I was uneployed at the time, collecting unemployment checks and selling weed, but at home all day, isolated and depressed without even knowing what was going on.
Even though I was high and thought I was ok as long as I had some weed and a few friends, deep down I know I was meant for a better life. One night I was so tired of my life I cried out to the God my great grandmother, and grandmother always talked about. I cried out and repented. The next day I didn't feel any different, but I know now, God went to work because of what I have been lead through since.