The Lord healed me twice, the first time when I was 19 after several years of drug addiction, the second time in 1995 after a 6-year relapse. Throughout my life he has brought me through several long seasons of clinical depression and broken relationships. This is to say nothing of my "daily bread" of hope, encouragement, and forgiveness in his name. His grace is sufficient for me.

"He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls."
— 1 Peter 2:24-25

"The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised,
and I am saved from my enemies.
The cords of death encompassed me;
the torrents of destruction assailed me;
the cords of Sheol entangled me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called upon the LORD;
to my God I cried for help.
From his temple he heard my voice,
and my cry to him reached his ears."
— Psalm 18:2-6