There was a time in my life when I truly hit rock bottom — when the walls of pain and exhaustion closed in so tight that I could hardly breathe. I had just lost my sister to a drug overdose, and my heart was already shattered. At the same time, I was caring for my husband while he went through a bone marrow transplant — a battle that demanded everything I had left.

The doctors did what they knew best. They put me on ten different sedatives and other medications to help me cope — to keep me functioning. For a while, I convinced myself that it was working. I told myself I was “fine.” But deep down, something inside me was unraveling.

After a couple of years, the peace I thought I had began to fade. The medicine stopped helping, and the fog that had numbed my pain turned into something darker — something that felt like a cage.

I’ll never forget that night in Manhattan. I was lying alone in an ER room when something happened that I hope no one ever has to see. It wasn’t physical — it was spiritual. A dark, tangible presence filled that room, and I knew with every fiber of my being that it wasn’t of God. Things began to move about on their own and even a manual sink was twisting on and off.

That moment snapped me out of it.

I grabbed my things, signed myself out of that hospital, and made a promise to God right there in that sterile hallway:

“Lord, if You’ll just get me home, I’ll never touch those medications again.”

And He did.

When I got home, I began to fight for my freedom the only way I knew how — through fasting, prayer, and worship. I poured my pain into painting, crying out to God with every brushstroke, every tear, and every whispered prayer.

And somewhere in the middle of that fight, He met me there.

God showed up.

He didn’t just deliver me — He transformed me.

The Bible says in Luke 10:19:

“Behold, I give you authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”

And again in Psalm 34:4:

“I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.”

These aren’t just comforting words on a page — they are a living promise. I am standing here as proof that God can and will set you free when you call on His name.

When you fast, pray, and surrender completely, the chains that once bound you start to fall away. The addiction breaks. The fear dissolves. The darkness loses its grip. Because there is no darkness that can stand against the name of Jesus.

Friend, if you’re walking through your own valley right now, don’t give up. He’s still the Deliverer. The same God who met me in my pain will meet you in yours.

He is able.

A Prayer for You

Heavenly Father,

For the one reading this who feels trapped by addiction, grief, or fear —

I pray that Your light pierces their darkness right now.

Remind them that Your name has power to break every chain, that fasting and prayer still move mountains, and that no battle is too big for You.

In Jesus’ mighty name, Amen.

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