Janet Balcombe didn't have a plan for her life, but sitting in prison staring at the punk rocker with ALEX tattooed around her neck in neo-Nazi script was a little disappointing. Sitting on a raft of charges including kidnapping, guns, drugs and counterfeiting - if this wasn't rock bottom it would do until she got there. Years later as she lay amongst the ruins of her toxic life, she knew she had finally arrived. Where do you go when you hit rock bottom? When you've got what you thought would make you happy, and it hasn't? When the freedom you crave slowly tightens around you like a python, squeezing a little tighter every time you exhale, until the very things that once meant the most no longer mean anything at all. Not even life itself. Meth-addiction. Grief. Adultery. Evil. Brokenness. Her life was a psychotic hybrid of Breaking Bad and Paranormal Activity. There had to be a divine intervention or things just weren't going to end well. Pull back the spiritual curtain, have a look at the black doors her choices opened; and see what it took to close them. No matter how bad things get, there's hope. Take a walk on the wild side, if you dare