Life happens. Relationships splinter, finances are squeezed, and pressures mount. For me, this meant consuming large amounts of alcohol. It was my valve for releasing pressure and granting momentary relief. Yet, as any addict will confess, there was never enough to fill the void. I realized I was not being true to myself, so I stumbled into AA and dedicated four years to going nearly every day. The meetings often discussed the “big book,” which outlined principles for defeating addiction. While it helped me stay sober, the emptiness remained. The “big book” reminded me of another book I’d read as a… Read More
Recovery
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I was born into what looked like a solid, God-fearing home—two parents, three brothers, and church multiple times a week. My dad sometimes preached, and my mom led the nursery and sang in the choir. But behind closed doors, life was very different. My dad, who spoke of God, was also my abuser. He manipulated and confused me, framing the abuse as love. That trauma shaped my identity. I craved love, even in broken forms. By 15, I had been abused by five different men and became pregnant with my first son, Damian. I loved him deeply, but inside, I was… Read More
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I was a single parent mom who had left a domestic violence marriage. After struggling for over 25 years with alcoholism, I lost my job. My life hit rock bottom. In that moment, when everything had fallen apart, I was face down on the floor thinking I would die. My life had blown up. It was then that I surrendered my life to Christ and confessed to the Lord that I had made a terrible mess of my life. I asked Him to do something of value, His will, with my life. Finally, I was able to get sober and connect with my… Read More
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My husband traveled for work, but his job let me stay home with our son. After two years of marriage, we found out I was pregnant with our second child. Shortly after, he went on one of his trips, but he cut all forms of contact, and didn’t return. I became frantic, trying to figure out what had happened, and found he had been unfaithful. I packed our bags and moved in with my parents. I emailed him, telling him I knew, and offered him a chance to explain. He responded by saying it was over, that he was unhappy, and there… Read More
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I have died twice, yet here I am, alive by the grace of God. In 2000, I lost my husband in a car explosion, and in 2011, I said goodbye to my mother. Grief almost broke me, but God carried me through those dark valleys. In 2015, I faced death on a highway. My car was T-boned at 75 mph, throwing me 189 yards. I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs; my torso was black. Paramedics said I had been clinically dead, but God brought me back. After that crash, doctors found an aneurysm in the left cerebral of my… Read More
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My biological dad suffered from severe alcoholism. He was decapitated by an Amtrak train when I was 11 years old. I grew up with a verbally, physically and mentally abusive stepdad. My family struggled with poverty, food insecurity and shelter. I was sexually molested and raped by multiple perpetrators for several years beginning when I was only 4. At 19, I was raped and left in a field. By age 21, I was married and pregnant. I suffered from anxiety, depression and suicidal ideation. At 24, I learned the baby boy I was carrying had died. I carried my dead son in my womb… Read More