It was the darkest place in my life where I contemplated suicide. I had lost my home, my family and I felt like a failure. I couldn't hold things together, and I let everyone down. I was living in a motel room. It was dark and dreary, and I was all alone. I begin not to use my hands to fight physically, but instead, I use my hands to write. My finger saved my life. I hushed and wrote. It was medicine, and in that place, my valley I begin to heal. Mysteries revealed. I heard the voice. This voice of God spoke to my heart and revealed secret's that changed my life. In that bottomless place of pain, I begin to find understanding about my purpose. The voice told me to use my mind and not my hands. I want you to explore with me Secret's to a revealing truth about pleasure.