Everything was coming my way, but I was going down. I was painfully empty.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was so busy fighting and so busy trying to keep everything above water that I didn't realize I was spiraling downward with nowhere to go.
I sat there with everything - and I had nothing.
I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.
Everything was going my way. I was happily marching into the history books. Then it all just fell apart.
I was so low that I wanted to exit. And I took a bunch of pills, and they were sleeping pills. And at least they would put me to sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up, and that was fine.
It was not enough to come and listen to a great sermon or message every Sunday morning and be confined to those four walls and those four corners. You had to get out and do something.
I had to go. A spirit in my feet said 'Go', and I went.
I was just absolutely exhausted. The media said I've been treated for a nervous breakdown. All that stuff I just took as people taking the opportunity when you're down to give you a kick.
I was an outsider... but I was also sympathetic with people that were struggling to get up, because I struggled to get up.
I hit rock bottom, but thank God my bottom wasn't death.
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