I remember that when my dad came for my arraignment in court, my younger brother was with him, and he was crying about the situation. And I knew I'd really let my family down. I didn't think there was any coming out of this.
I had grown up going to a Christian Science Sunday School every Sunday until I was about 17, when our family started falling apart. My mom was a gifted concert pianist, striving to establish her career, and I was so proud of her. I guess I felt that I was in the way of her career, and I really hated myself. So I moved out.
After my arrest, I remember almost begging God for help. I had never stopped believing what I had learned in Christian Science—that there is only one Mind [God]. So even though I wasn't in the best state of mind with the drugs, I was praying, and whenever I would think about God, I always felt comforted, just as if a soft blanket was wrapped around me.