Praise

My mom died of colon cancer when I was 3 and my dad died of an overdose when I was 9. My grandma raised my disabled sister and I, although she was very sick at that time. I lived in fight or flight my entire life, being fogged with grief. In adulthood things turned from tragic to miserable. I cried for help on every way, always finding my way back to the Lord. And that's the only thing I've ever done worth talking about. I'm 10 months sober of meth, 3 months sober of nicotine vape, and 3 days clean of THC. My whole life I just wanted to feel better. I thank God for giving the people who's prayed for me. I thank the Lord for helping me through the unbelief. Thankfully, for the first time in my life. I am okay. Every day, God removes more fog. Thank you God for where I am, I am a single mom of a 5 year, embracing the blessings of singleness.