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@Guy Swann followed me!! He is going to help me harden security and hold a backup of seed word just in case I lose mine. What a nice guy!

Post 6 – Eight Years Lost, One Moment Found For the next eight years my life became a cycle. Prison. Halfway houses. Treatment. Failure. Back to prison. Every time I thought I had a grip, it slipped. As an inmate, all I really did was expand my network. I tried to build up a new kind of kingdom behind the walls, but the truth is I lost my momentum. I sank deeper into addiction than ever before. It was not until the end that something inside me finally broke. For the first time, I started wanting something different. In my last treatment program, I was introduced to Celebrate Recovery. That is where I first encountered Jesus in a real way. I had heard of Jesus. I just did not know Jesus. And then it happened. I cannot explain it with logic. All I know is that I had a spiritual awakening. An encounter with God. From that moment on, everything changed. The mask I had been hiding behind for years shattered. The cycle that had chained me down for so long started to crack. My life has never been the same. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time.

Post 5 – The Collapse By mid 2011, the walls were closing in. Friends were dying. Others were getting locked up. Everyone hoped for the former, because prison looked like a life sentence of misery. The cops were squeezing tighter. So I did what I called retiring. Rehab. I left town, tried to put the mask away, and attempted a real life. For almost a year it looked like maybe I could pull it off. But addiction does not care about good intentions. I relapsed. In desperation, I tried to break into a pharmacy. That was the day everything shifted. I was charged with my first felony. Four to six years. I thought I could do my time, get out, and start over. But the cycle was already in motion. While I was on parole, I made another mistake. Forgery. I cashed one of my dad’s checks. It was not just another charge. It was betrayal. Family. That decision added another two to four years. Eight years total. Eight years of watching my life get rewritten by choices I thought I could control. I used to think the drugs were the prison. Then I learned there was another one waiting, built out of bars, concrete, and lost years. And what happened inside those walls… that is a story of its own. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time

Lets the cleansing began!! #Bitcoin was getting insanely grifty.

Happy Easter fam!! Don’t forget to stack the most precious tool God has blessed us with! #Bitcoin

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