Life Lessons from my Time in Rehab

This summer I went to rehab. Finally. 

Rehab was brutal. 12 hour work days, gardening galore, blistered hands, and bug bites.  I was exhausted from lack of sleep, extreme physical labour, and constantly fantasising of quitting. Only being allowed one cup of coffee didn't help much...

Why did I go to rehab, you may ask? My confused friends thought I was joking when I told them I was going to rehab, while others were asking me about any secret drug use.

Here are my rough (yet honest) experiences from a week of living in the midst of brokenness, addiction, rigid hope and unrelenting opposition. 

The thing I wanted to share with you, dear reader, was the biggest lesson I learned in rehab. 

Lets start with day 6:

 I remember falling onto the floor. I remember my whole body hyperventilating. I remember not being able to feel my body, whilst clearly feeling excruciating pain.  I remember people swarming around me, trying to calm me down, and give me some sort of medication. I remember thinking, "Is this how it will end for me? Am I dying right now?"

I was stung my a wasp 3 times while working in the garden and ran into poison sumac, which my body had an allergic reaction to. 

All week before that, I wanted to quit.

 I wanted to come to volunteer at this rehab center to show the love of Jesus to the broken and the addicted. I was really excited about the idea of getting to lead a church service all week for them and listen to the stories of people who have been through so much more in their lives than me. I wanted to understand the addict. I wanted to offer my experiences of the healing power of Gods love from my addiction.

What I didn't expect was to work my butt off in the garden in the blazing hot sun for 12 hours a day, having to follow an extremely structured, military-like schedule, and in the process be disliked by the very people I was trying to help. I didn't expect my life to be in danger. I didn't expect to have to suffer physically, emotionally and spiritually. I didn't expect so much opposition. 

I felt opposition in everything I did. When trying to connect with the rehabilitants, I could see that they didn't trust my bubbly, "sunshine and rainbows" personality. They have had many struggles. They have witnessed brutal death before their eyes, rejection, addiction, and darkness to a level I didn't even know existed. They were facing temptation every single day to go back into their mental and physical captivity of heroine, marijuanna and cocaine. They were having withdrawal symptoms as I was trying to share Gods freedom.They had been broken and had broken people. They didn't trust my story of Gods amazing power to heal, restore and make new.

 I felt opposition inside of myself. Every fiber of my being was telling me to escape from this environment. I wanted to quit every day. I wanted to give up on "these addicts". I wanted to run away and convince myself that this level of brokenness and addiction didn't exist. I didn't want to believe that the things that had happened to them were true. 

I knew Gods grace was enough for my food addiction and guilt. I knew my own story of redemption. Therefore, I knew Gods redeeming blood could cover the girl who drank her own blood. I was sure His love was enough for the ganster marijuana dealer. God could heal the man who abused his wife and children. God was enough to satisfy the girl who cut herself. I knew that Gods love was the solution and strength to every rehabilitant in this center, but I didnt know why everything I was trying to do to help was failing...

During my near death experience, my volunteering time at rehab looked like a total failure. What have I accomplished at this point? Honestly, my presence made it harder for the guys who haven't seen a woman in over 6 months to keep their hearts pure. My complaining confirmed their weariness of their hard labor. I was a failure. The director of the rehab center wasn't pleased with what we were doing. I tried so hard to show these rehabilitants the love that Jesus had for them, but everything I was trying to do was failing. Here I was, almost dying on the floor of a rehab center in the middle of nowhere, Missouri. I have accomplished nothing but a few discussions on Gods love, a few encouraging words, and a few weeds pulled in their garden. 

Here's the crazy thing I learned and the reason for his blog post: In the moment of total failure and opposition, breakthrough was born. The very thing that I thought was depraved failure was the thing that God used to bring His life into the lives of this rehab center. 

After the workers at the center got me calmed, medicated and showered, they told me to lay down and rest. Oddly enough, I felt God saying to just hang in there a little bit more and to just finish this day of work, no matter how much I waned to quit. In the midst of my questions, tears, disappointments, and failures, Gods loving voice was telling me that if I made the choice to finish the day, he would give me his strength and would give me breakthrough. Every fiber in my being was telling me that I had failed and needed to quit, whilst Gods gentle and loving voice was inviting me to just hang in there for a little bit longer. He invited my broken and hurt self to go back to the rehabilitants and help them with their work. By Gods grace, I made the choice to trust him.

As I walked through the door, every eye in the rehab center was locked on me. They told me that they were betting that I was going to give up and quit. I will never forget one girl who looked at me and asked, "Why are you here? Why are you willingly going through this hell of rehab with us when you can leave anytime you want? Why don't you just quit, after everything you just went through?! Why are you giving up your summer to be with a bunch of drug addicts in the middle of nowhere, with blistered hands from all the hard work you are being told to do? Why? I just dont get it.."

That moment was the open door of opportunity God used to explain His love for her. I began to speak out to her about how Jesus left Perfect Heaven to willingly come to a place where he would be rejected, spit at, beaten and murdered in the worst possible way. He was willing because He loved her. He suffered so we could be freed from our junk, our addictions, our failures, and the horrible things that have been done by us and to us. I got to share that my natural reaction would be to quit on them, but Jesus gave me His supernatural strength to come back and keep because He would not quit on her. He was beaten, rejected and murdered for her freedom.

She accepted that Jesus into her heart the following night when an invitation was made at church, along with other rehabilitants. They discovered Gods love for them and got freedom from their addictions to drugs and alcohol. They discovered that Jesus forgave ALL their sins, no matter how horrid they are and took them on his sinless being in order that the might be called perfect and blameless in his sight. 

Jesus used this experience to lead this girl and other rehabilitants into a relationship with Him and an encounter of freedom.

 On the other hand, He used this experience to show me that in my moment of my absolute failure is where breakthrough was born. Where I was in my most broken state, shaking and feeling death on the floor was the moment God used to show his strength to drug rehabiltants. 

The moment that Jesus experienced the greatest opposition was the gateway into freedom. His death looked like absolute failure. But actually, it was the moment our freedom was secured. 

One experience, two lessons.

If you have a relationship with Jesus, is there an area you are wanting freedom in? Is there an area you feel like a total failure? Is there something you are passionate about, but feel like every time you try to do something you face opposition? Opposition is the gateway into freedom and expansion.

I learned that every single time before I encounter a breakthrough in any area of freedom in my life, the biggest opposition happens. The moments before I experienced freedom from my food addiction are preceded by the strongest temptations. The moments before I am wanting to speak on identity in Christ, I am encountered with guilt and shame. Opposition is the gateway into freedom.

Maybe you want to be free from addiction, guilt, temptation in sexual sin,or worthlessness of wasting time on the Internet. Maybe after you ask God for help from porn, you get even stronger temptations. Maybe when you try to be kind, you feel even more angry and annoyed. Maybe you are trying to stop cutting yourself, but feel even more vulnerable and desire the pain.  Maybe you are wanting to step out and share the love of Jesus through evangelism, missions or mentoring, your attempts at freedom result in setbacks. Maybe you are trying to grow as a leader, but keep messing up all the more.

Dont be suprised if you are facing opposition in the very thing you want freedom and expansion in the most. 

I used to think that temptation and opposition meant that I was failing, when in actuality, but I now realised that temptation means that breakthrough is coming. 

When you feel weakest, Jesus is strongest.

Opposition comes before breakthrough. 

Temptation is the gateway into expansion. 

Before things get better they get worse.

 Before things get easier, they get harder. 

The night is darkest before the dawn. 

Hey there...Dont give up!

If you know Jesus, you are free. Walk in that freedom. Don't get discouraged or afraid when you face trials, opposition or temptation. Those things are the enemys attempts to rob you of your freedom. 

Dont give up. Pursue freedom. 

Ask Gods Spirit to show you how to rebuke the temptations of the enemy.

If you wouldn't say you have a personal relationship with Jesus, what are you waiting for? He is FREEDOM. He is love. He wants to release you into being everything you can be. He came so that you may have life, and life in abundance. He paid the price for your burdens. Why carry them yourself?...

I am praying for you. I believe that you are a person who is viktoriyous. I believe that the Holy Spirit will show you the freedom that you carry. I believe that you will perservere in the area that you are battling in right now. No addiciton can overpower you because of the Jesus that is living inside of you. You are more than a conqueror. 

A conqueror needs something to conquer, right? The battle is already won.

 Stand in victory. Walk through the gate of opposition into victory!

-Viktoriyous 

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I Have Finally Found my Prince Charming

I found HIM.

After years of searching for a strong and mighty man to be my prince charming, I have officially found him.

He is captivated and fascinated by me. He romances me with flowers. He goes on walks with me any time I want. He spoils me with really nice gifts. He provides for me. He listens to me. He writes me love letters. He makes me laugh. He stands up for me. He calls me beautiful every single day.  He has never once been rude to me, hurt me, or made me feel bad about myself. Every time I talk to him I feel encouraged. He writes me love songs. He cares about my friends and family even more than I do. His strength, dignity, and honor makes me feel like a princess. He makes me want to forget about all the issues on my mind and draw away to an intimate place with him. (Don't I sound like I am bragging?)

He is absolutely perfect.

Am I blinded by love? Or does such a perfect prince actually exist? 

I’ve always wanted to find him. After not-so-few disappointing relationships, I gave up. In my mind I settled for a fate of 27 cats and the forever alone club. Who needs guys? They are all jerks anyway, right?

Little did I know that he was pursuing me the entire time. While I was giving away my mind, body, and heart to other guys, he was heartbroken. He wanted me for himself. He knew that only he had what I desired and craved. He wanted to romance me and love me forever.

He fought for me. He didn’t let me be kept in relationships that weren’t healthy. He pursued me. He romanced me and I rejected him. I told him that he isn’t enough for me. His promises seemed too good to be true.

He didn’t give up. For years he pursued me. It was a long process, but with every passing day, he began to win my love and my affections. Slowly, I began to trust him more. I began to actually read his love letters and listen to his songs. I began to draw away to a quiet place with him.The more I got to know him, the less I cared about other stuff. The more I saw him being faithful over and over again, the smaller my fears became. 

One day, I finally gave him my yes. But I wasn’t yet ready to be his and only his. There were other lovers in my life. Was I cheating on him? I continued to pursue the relationships that I had before I said yes to him. I expected him to break it off with me, but for some crazy reason he loved me so much that he continued to fight for me. Slowly but surely, he fought the other lovers, and kicked them out of my life. I wanted to love him alone but I wasn't able to say no to the others. He continued to assure me every day that he would help me get through this. He wasn’t going to quit. I was way too precious to him.

One by one, with his help, I made decisions to end it with the other lovers in my life.

He is my all. 

I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know him better. I want to figure him out even more. I want to get to know his personality, his likes and dislikes. He is the greatest treasure I have ever discovered, (or rather, been discovered by.)

I am enthralled by my prince charming. I wouldn’t trade him for anything. 

Who is he?

Does such perfection exist? Is such a romance possible? Was this desire of mine actually possible to be fulfilled?

Can you take a guess on who it is?

My true prince is Jesus Christ. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

“Many of us think we know Jesus Christ. We mention him often in conversation, visit him at church once or twice a week, read our Bibles periodically so we can understand him better, and maybe even declare that he is our number one priority in life. But just as there is a marked distinction between memorizing the definition of a rose in Webster’s dictionary and actually holding one in your hand, there is a huge difference between saying you know Jesus Christ and actually experiencing him as your true prince, your hero, and the one you give up everything just to be with.

So many of us, though we claim to know Jesus Christ, are still longing for our deepest desires to be filled by someone else. We frantically seek the man of our dreams, giving ourselves completely to one relationship after the next, hoping that when we finally find the right guy our romantic fantasies will become a reality.

Most of us don’t realize that Jesus Christ is not a flimsy, flannel-board figure from a Sunday-school lesson; that he is not a stern dictator looking down on us from heaven to make sure we obey his rules; that he is not a distant being who is too busy running the world to care about the details of our day-to-day lives; and that he is so much more than someone we say we believe in to keep ourselves out of hell when we die.

He is the lover of our souls. Our true Prince. The one we have been longing for, searching for, and dreaming of since childhood; the one who will love us the way nobody else can love us; the one who will cherish us forever; the one who will transform us from hopeless girls in rags into beautiful, confident, radiant princesses. He is the one who makes us ready for true, lasting human love. And he is the one who meets our deepest needs when human love falls short.

No matter how many times our dreams have been shattered, or how many times our hearts have been trampled, or how far we have strayed from him, our prince is standing outside our dungeon windows, patiently waiting for us to hear his voice and invite him to rescue us from the bleakness of a life lived without him.

This kind of a fairytale romance between a young woman and her true prince does not come without sacrifice. It does not come without pain. But it is the most priceless gift we will ever be offered. And it is the most beautiful and fulfilling existence we could ever imagine.” –Leslie Ludy, “Authentic Beauty”

 

Are you willing to take his hand and let him become your prince? Do you want this kind of romance?

I promise he has been pursuing you the same way he has been pursuing me. He wants to have the same type of relationship with you too. 

Is it weird for you to think of Jesus as a Prince and the lover of your soul? I know it sure was for me.

But I promise you from personal experience that if you take his hand, ask him to reveal himself to you, and spend time getting to know him, you will not be disappointed. 

Do I still desire to have an actual boyfriend, fiance, and husband? Of course! But that doesn't defeat the fact that Jesus is going to be my number one priority and the center of my universe, even during that relationship. If I do get married in the future, I want my husband to encourage and support my relationship with Jesus. I want him to push me deeper into intimacy with Jesus.The only way I will truly be able to love, respect and have true intimacy with my future husband is if I can fully devote myself to Jesus first. If I search for my prince first, all the other things will be added to me. I want my future marriage to be centered around the both of us pursuing Jesus. I'm trusting my prince to provide this for me too. Jesus will prepare a man for me who will love me the way he loves me, and treat me the way God says I deserve to be treated. (even if I don't feel worthy of it). He will symbolically walk me down the aisle. He is the daddy who takes his girl out on daddy dates and teaches her the first things she knows about how a guy should treat her and then gives her to a man who will treat her like a treasure. My Prince is also my Father.

(On a side note..If you are a guy reading this, I just want to say that I believe in you. Although culture often sells you short, I want to say that I believe in you as a chivelrous, mighty warrior of God, made in Christs image. You are a gentleman. You treat a lady with respect. I want to break off those words spoken over you that all men are pigs and only think about one thing. That doesn't have to be true for you. You were made for more than that with the power of Christ. You protect and honor a girls purity and innocence rather than destroying it. I believe that through Christ you can love a woman the way Christ loves his church. You can be the one to show your girl how passionate Jesus truly loves his bride. Lead her into a deeper relationship with her prince. Be the man you were made to be.)

I am praying for you. I pray courage and boldness over you to explore this idea. It might not be easy, but it is so worth it.

-Viktoriyous 

If this blog has been any help to you, please share it with somebody who you think would benefit. The purpose of my life is to introduce people to this wonderful price, and I would love your help in doing that!

P.S.

(Is this Biblical? Through my study, I have found that is sure is! All throughout the Bible and especially the book of Revelations, one of the ways Jesus is presented as is a bridegroom and the Church of Christ and believers as his bride. This idea isn’t meant to be twisted into a carnal idea of a lover. It is all about a spiritual communion.  When I ignored the Bridegroom attribute of Jesus, I missed out on the fullness of what it meant to have real intimacy with him. I’d encourage you to NOT take my word for it. Study it yourself! Christ as a bridegroom? Christ as a prince? See what the Bible has to say! I did!)

P.P.S.

Ive been reading the book “Authentic Beauty” by Leslie Ludy. I cant even begin to describe how much this book has enriched my life and has opened my eyes to what Jesus can be for me. This book is a treasure. Would you like to read it too?

10 Day No Makeup Identity Challenge

My poor makeup bag has been abandoned for the last 10 days.

 

 

 

 A few Sundays ago, I felt God calling me to give up wearing makeup for 10 days and pray for true beauty during that time when I would normally be putting on makeup.. I didnt really think that this would be a problem for me, because I don't really mind being without makeup. Other then my scars on my cheeks and blonde eyelashes, I feel alright without it. Little did I know.. Here are some exerts from my journal over the 10 days..

 

(Bear with me here.. Sharing some deep personal stuff and being vulnerable and all.. -nervous laugh-)

 

Day 1:

 Right now I would normally be putting on makeup. I wonder if people are going to be asking me if I am tired today. "Hey Tori, are you sick? Didn't you get enough sleep?" Oh dear..

 

Dear God, please give me true inner beauty. Show me lies I may be believing and help me to love myself without makeup. Help me to not look at my face and start pointing out my flaws.. The zit there, the scars there.. Help me to love my body and not compare my weight to other people's. Help me to not be discusted my a belly flab or lack of thigh gap. Be with me, God. Draw near to me. I am tired of criticizing myself!

 

-where did that bruise come from?! No idea!-

 

 

Day 2:

 Some of the girls from the school said I look like Elsa from Frozen today because of my braid. It was really cool to get compliments and stuff even when I don't feel at my best. I've found that it seems people are more open with me when I am not in makeup. Maybe people see me as more vulnerable & innocent and are able to be more open with me? Do I act different when I look different?

 

Day 3 and 4:

God I am exhausted. Maybe not exhausted, but I am really tired, today when I came home from work, all I wanted to do was just crawl into my bed. And cry. And I did.  I just listened to worship music and I felt better. Thinking about you and being with you helps me so much! Thank you for helping to make positive choices about food today, but also thank you that if I wouldn't have you would have still loved me and not really cared. Thank you for helping me not over eat.

 

Day 5:

 I really want to quit today. I don't think I will continue with my 10 day makeup fast. I've learned enough.. To not judge people who are eating sweets, to control myself...Blah, Blah, Blah. I always keep thinking about the next thing in whatever I am doing. When I am eating my dinner, I am thinking about my dessert. When I am eating my dessert, I am thinking about getting more food. Why can't I just enjoy what I am doing now? And this isn't just for food! Why do I spend so much of my life not enjoying what I am doing but thinking about the next thing?! Why do I spend so much of my life obsessed with food?! I am so annoyed!!!

 

 

 

-Hiding behind my shades-

 

God, I don't want to be robbed of my joy. I don't want to keep doing this! Why am I always so discontent and expecting? Today when I was talking to my friend, I felt gross because I hadn't washed my hair, wasn't wearing makeup (obviously) and had a pimple on my face. I didnt feel worthy of attention. It made me extremely uncomfortable to have my friend see me when I didn't feel good in my appearance. I wanted to push everybody away. They cant get too close when I look bad, because then they will see who I really am and want to leave. Why was it so hard for me to let somebody see me when I didn't feel or look great? Why don't I believe people who compliment me when I feel really gross about myself? People have been saying I look nice the same amount as when I am wearing makeup. This is weird. Are they liars? Are they just trying to make me feel better?They tell me I look fine, but think the opposite?

 

Day 6: 

Thank you for my friend who encouraged me to not give up on this 10 day thing. God, thank you for showing me today that the reason I didn't allow people to love me when I didn't feel good about myself was because when I was younger, I felt I was only accepted when I took care of myself. My family would always tell me to wash up before I could be down for breakfast or in public. My hair and clothes had to be neat. Not that that was bad or wrong, but I took it in the wrong way, and made me believe a lie that I was only loved and accepted when I looked good. Holy Spirit, thank you for showing this to me! I am weeping right now.. How long have I believed this and didn't even know about it?! You still love me when I "haven't taken care of myself" and some people do too! God, you are the best. Thank you for loving me. You are so good. Thank you for showing me my wounds and healing them.

 

 

 

Day 7 and 8:

Went camping this weekend and am feeling so much closer to you, God. Hiking up a mountian showed me that the last bit of the journey is the hardest . Hmm... And these are my last few days of my identity no-makeup challenge..

 

 

 

Day 9:

I am a total failure. Today I learned that I don't have any of my own strength to not over-eat and to take care of myself. I ate again today the entire day and made myself feel sick... I am tired of trying to do it on my own. I can't not think about food all the time on my own. I keep being discontent. I can't do it. I keep going back to my old patterns. No matter how hard I try, I keep failing out of my own strength.

Today I was meeting with some teenage girls, and we were talking about comparing ourselves with other girls . Most of them compared their weight and felt really guilty after eating too much. A lot of them couldn't eat in front of others because of shame. These girls where going through the same things of .. "my thighs are bigger then hers.. my hair looks like crap today... that girl is so skinny, but look at my belly flap!.. I feel fat and disgusting... I need to loose weight..." Why are all of these beautiful girls believing the same lies I am? I am so annoyed that all of these lovely girls feel all of this guilt and shame.

Why are we all believing all of these lies?

Why are we all believing the same lies?

There is a very real enemy to my soul. There is God, and there is the enemy. He wants to oppress me and all of these beautiful girls. God, I'm sick of this.

Please help me so that I can help others. I want to be a pioneer. Holy Spirit, I invite you to set me totally free from this. Give me a solution. Give me something how I can be in total victory and freedom, and explain to me how I can help others out of this. I want to be the one to help them walk in victory and freedom.

 

Day 10:

 I am making a decision to allow God complete and total control of my weaknesses and thoughts. When I feel like binging on my food or feel guilt after eating too much I will:

1. Admit my weaknesses and that I don't have the ability to control myself.

2. Acknowledge that God has the strength to help me in my weakness by the power of the Holy Spirit.

3. Claim Gods strength and love for my life in that moment.

4. When I feel guilty for eating too much, I will pray against the spirit of guilt in my life and break that off in the name of Jesus Christ. I will ask the Holy Spirit to fill be with satisfaction, honor, happiness and peace.

 

 

(P.s. I think that when I actually DO overeat until the point where I feel sick, that is because of me not enjoying the food I am eating at that moment. If I ask God to help me enjoy what I am eating now, I won't be trapped into that vicious cycle of always being not satisfied and wanting more. But if I ever do overeat, I need to just ask God for forgiveness for not honoring my body, and not go into making myself feel really bad. The cause of my binging was not enjoying the thing I was eating now but always thinking about the next thing)

 

During these ten days, God challenged me, showed me things that I need healing for, showed me the things I was enslaved by and has healed me! The days after my 10 day identity challenge have been pure bliss. My life looks totally different. I just go through those 4 points and God swoops in and help me! Wow! I DID NOT KNOW THIS LEVEL OF FREEDOM WAS POSSIBLE! God is my strength. He is my victory. He loves me! He has made me victorious and free!

 

10 days.. So many lessons learned.

 

These 10 days have been extremely healing for me. If you struggle with guilt or body image issues, I would totally encourage you to try your own 10 days. Maybe its giving up makeup for 10 days, maybe its giving up your hair straightener, or your nail polish. Its not that these things are wrong. No actually, they are great! But giving up something for a set amount of time allows God extra room to expose, challenge, heal, and grow you.

 

 

 

Are you up for the challenge?

 

And if you are struggling with some of these issues know that 1. You aren't alone: There are many things we think we are the only person struggling with. 2. You don't have to accept defeat! There is a solution! His name is Jesus. Problem? "No problem" with the solution of Jesus.

 

I am  strong believer of freedom for every captive and a divine solution to every problem.

 

If you don't yet know Jesus in a personal and intimate relationship, I dare you to ask Him to show Himself to you. If you know Him, but in an impersonal way, I dare you to ask Him to get closer to you. I couldn't think of a better think to ask for.

 

Let me know if this helped you in any way! It was quite hard for me to share this with people.. If you decide to do a 10 day identity challenge, I am praying for you to get total freedom in every single area of your life!

 

 

 

You are a solution. You are loved. You are beautiful. You are guilt free. You are not shameful. You are accepted. You are a saint. Why? JESUS <3

My Little One...

My little one, 

Why do you stray away from the right path?

I am your shepherd, you do not lack a thing!

I bring you into green lucious surroundings. 

(I know your favorite color.)

I lead you to a quiet place.

I provide water and refreshment for your thirst. There is nothing else you need to rely on but me. 

I guide you along a straight path, because of how much I love you; for my names sake!

When you walk in a shadow of something scary, it wont harm you- Shadows dont harm, do they?

Do not fear any evil; but instead look over at me. I am right beside you. I may have to lead you through dark valleys to get to the other side, but dont worry- I am gentle.

The resources I have will comfort you. I am gentle with my rod and staff.

I prepare a delicious feast for you in the presence of those who want to do you harm. I make a place for you to have an abundance.

I revive your drooping head, your cup overflows with blessings!

(I know what you like to drink!)

My beauty and my love will chase after you all the days of your life. Are you overwhelmed?

My goodness will passionately pursue you. 

Will you dwell in my house with me forever?

I am on the search for you. My heart yearns to hold you again. Return to me, little one.

I like you. I love you.

-the Good Shepherd 

(adapted from Psalm 23)

-This is my venturing into uncharted territory of poetry in my life. What do you think?-

-VIKTORIYOUS