I had a psychotic break that was brought on by alcohol and drug abuse.

I was a Christian in Creed, but nobody ever asked me.

Strip clubs are the only place the band can go if we want to have a drink. You're left alone because the last thing the people there care about is us.

Creed's sound is my sound.

And it took me, since I was 17 and left home, running from God, to now, as a 30-year-old man, when I honestly feel like I've come full circle and my heart's finally in the right place.

I hear a thunder in the distance; see a vision of the cross. I feel the pain that was given on a sad day of loss. Only He holds the key: a light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally.

I think everything worked out the way it was supposed to. Mark's happier. I'm sober. There are still phone calls to be made, people I need to say something to. But everyone from Creed who I've offended or hurt, I ask for their forgiveness.