I was arrested, taken to the psych ward and forcefully held down and injected with pharmaceutical drugs.
After regaining consciousness, I was constantly being pressured by doctors–and even most of my friends and family–to take medication.
I stood strong. I made it out of the hospital without taking drugs and eventually found peace of mind naturally through Yoga and a healthy lifestyle.
So how did I end up in the psych ward? Well, at the time of my arrest I believed I was Jesus...Yes, I was that kind of crazy. But before we get there, let’s back up.
The week before blacking out in a hospital bed, I was living in Los Angeles and playing poker professionally. I was 23, playing in high-stakes card games with celebrities and trashing hotel rooms in Vegas.