What even is a sesquidecade you may ask? Well, according to google, it means it's the way I should talk about my 15th year anniversary of sobriety from the drugs that nearly took my life. 15 years ago my brother drove 4 hours to get me and my trash bag of belongings in … Continue reading Happy Sesquidecade To Me
The hardest part about dealing with mental illness as a Christian is the taboo that I must not be saved enough if I'm still dealing with depression. I must not know Christ enough if my suicidal ideation is so prevalent. I should probably pray harder if I'm still dealing with sometimes crippling anxiety. And … Continue reading Gone.
When my husband got assigned to McLennan County I did not know what that meant for me. If I would have known that moving to Waco would take me through a journey of healing I wouldn't have put up such a fight. I knew nothing about Waco other than the fact that some sort of … Continue reading She Warriors
From the very beginning of this journey I knew I wanted my husband's perspective. Not just because he's my husband; because I value him. I value his words, his opinion, and his outlook on life. He is so wise and a man of few words. I wanted his side of who he sees in his … Continue reading From His Eyes – The Confession
I have always been an open book when it came to my life and my past. I've never been one to hang my head in shame or deny anything that I've lived through. But, after being deceived into sex trafficking a second time I made a promise to myself to never speak about it openly. … Continue reading The Confession.
I pressed my entire body weight against the locked bathroom door as he banged on it and threatened to kill me if I didn't open it. I held my knees to my chest and sobbed in a complete state of chaotic confusion. Why is this happening? How did this happen? What is going on? I trembled … Continue reading Exploited.