I couldn’t remember what had brought me to this place. A place of hopelessness, a place of desperation…

Isaiah 61 “Good News for the Oppressed”. This is fitting because this is exactly how trauma can leave us feeling…

I didn’t grow up in the church. The earliest memories that I have were of abuse as a young child. It endured for years…

I was born addicted to Methadone, to a mother and father who loved me more than anything…

Getting expelled in the second quarter of 9th grade due to marijuana use was the beginning of a downward spiral for me…

I lived in a state of constantly being held down and bullied by my thoughts…

I’ve always had a relationship with Jesus, but up until a few years ago it had been one sided. By some miracle He never gave up on me…

I think what makes a friendship beautiful is learning how to walk thru the highs and lows that life throws at one another…

Growing up in Providence my mom raised 4 girls on her own. As a kid I ran away and looked for an outlet through drugs and broken relationships…

I was removed from my abusive home when I was a teen and placed in State care. While living in group homes I began on a path of destruction, feeling useless, unloved, and unwanted…

In fourth grade I was diagnosed with ADD & Dyslexia. It left me feeling lost and alone. In school I struggled with my disability along with anxiety, depression and anger…

God saved my life. Before coming to Legacy Church, my world was consumed by depression. I would go to bed at night hoping I wouldn't wake up and would wake up in the morning disappointed to still be alive…

I was born in Boston the oldest of three boys in a highly dysfunctional family comprised of heroin addicts, prostitutes, molestation, compulsive gamblers, womanizers and alcoholics…

Church was just something I did with my family; I didn’t really understand the sermon or why I was even there…

Can someone who struggles with depression and anxiety, actually have joy?…

Growing up was hard for me, my parents weren’t together and we moved a lot! I had battle many insecurities…

Darkness set in, my life as I knew it was over and I lost my way because everything I had was of the world…

Many of us will walk thru a season of loss and grief. Here are some ways to survive that season…

I guess you could say I was living in “insanity”, repeating the same actions expecting different results. I was addicted, angry, hopeless and broken…