After being diagnosed with a chronic illness and loss of my kidneys at age six, I never wanted to be pitied. Instead, I tried to control how people saw me, so I began finding my identity in my own kingdom with things, status, and people. I didn’t grow up in a Christian household. So during college, my shaky kingdom began to crumble. My transplanted kidney and my health were declining. I was angry at God. How could He take away all that I had worked for? I felt like He owed me. I began to spiral into depression, isolation, and suicidal thoughts. I desperately wanted my life back and began finding my identity in the Dallas bar scene and relationships. I was slowly rebuilding my kingdom through fear and control. But, after the end of a relationship, it all came crashing down. I was left feeling empty, alone, and unloved. There had to be something more. I heard about The Porch on Facebook. So on a Tuesday night from stage JP asked this question: “On a scale of 1-10, if you were to die ...