the Battle I Won Against Devil

I wrote it because I came dangerously close to not making it out alive. For years, I was exactly the kind of person many people fear having in their home: a lost son, a young man consumed by addiction, anger, and violence. I hurt the people who loved me the most. I crossed boundaries I had sworn I would never cross. And little by little, I descended into a place where I no longer recognized my own face. This book wasn't born when everything got better. It was born when everything was broken. I was committed against my will. I lived through experiences that can never be forgotten. I learned, in the cruelest way possible, what it means to hit rock bottom. But it was also there that I understood something that changed my life forever: evil does not always appear as destruction. Sometimes it appears as a "just" opportunity, as revenge that seems deserved, as a decision that appears perfectly logical.