When I was trapped in adultery, I felt alone and numb. I was lost, and I knew it, but I didn’t know how to turn around. The Holy Spirit began pursuing me despite the fact that I wasn’t pursuing Him. I was being lovingly convicted to turn back to God and my...
I had a deep lack of self-worth, driven by toxic shame, from being abused beginning when I was a child. The abuse started at age 6-7 when I was repeatedly molested by a male teenage cousin. Then, when I was a teenager, I was raped. Those experiences caused me to...
Addiction made me feel hopeless, sick, empty, lonely, stuck and sliding deeper into despair. I had to admit that I was powerless over alcohol and drugs and that my life had become unmanageable. I was born in Tucson but spent most of my life in Chicago. My...
I have always sought the approval of others and often have not been able to love myself the way God loves me. My greatest struggle has been to feel worthy of love from men. After my father committed suicide, I became terrified to get too close or be vulnerable for...
I have struggled with grief and loss in so many different aspects of my life, one of which was the loss of my dad. Each loss affiliated with a traumatic life event significantly increased my feelings of helplessness, frustration, sadness, insecurity, and...
After surviving emotional and physical abuse, I found that the pain from those experiences manifested into multiple addictions that I was trapped in for six years. I lived a secret life that no one knew about. Sex, alcohol...nothing seemed to fill that void. I desired...
I lost my 17-year-old daughter, Nicole Marie, on New Year's Day 2007 in an auto accident that involved my entire family. At the time, I was alone, not knowing how to move forward while keeping my life in order as I raised my then 11-year-old son. I was angry at God....
For most of my life, I struggled with low self-worth that resulted in a lack of self-care and emotional eating. My earliest childhood memory is hiding food in my room and my parents finding mouse droppings on my bed. Boy, was I in trouble! And I felt...
Never did I think I would run away from home at the age of 41. Yet there I was in November of 2019 in my minivan alone, leaving behind my family and my home, trying to outrun my shame of hurting my husband and kids once again with my explosive anger. My wake up call...
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