Two years ago I had a very low self esteem. I turned to Bulimia instead of to God. I battled with this for one year. I attended a rave in Seattle for the first time in March. Drugs were such a major part of this event, almost everyone was on acid or ecstasy.
People go to raves for drugs or to dance and listen to the music.
I was surely not there for the drugs because I have never touched drugs due to the fact that my uncle killed himself on my birthday when I was around the age of 5 because he was addicted to heroin. My friend Brad and I are probably the only ones who go to these raves to dance. There are so many people who just need God. For a long time, I was filled with so much hurt and anger. I didn't realize that if I just gave it all to God that everything would fall into place.