In 2013, I was at my bottom. I had exploited my favorite drug to its finite but frustrating conclusion and I was left once again with nowhere to go. In spite of a nagging feeling I was doing something wrong, ... But, it fed my addiction.
I've been divorced for a year now. During that time, I have not dated at all. I have not entertained the advances from any man. It's been nice to be single, I enjoy working on the issues that I have and would like to get to a more stable point in my recovery (from past... Continue Reading →
It began sooner than I anticipated: Last week, I invited my best friend to join a new church friend and myself to a mid-older singles event. It was just a little bbq behind a local meetinghouse, but it was where people first assumed I had been baptized by my best friend. They didn't know just... Continue Reading →