This is where faith meets the unfinished.
Where prayers don’t always end with answers, but with surrender.
Here, I write from the middle of becoming—where grace holds the questions,
and every breath is another quiet “Amen.”
These are the lessons, the wrestlings, and the whispers of hope
found in the everyday echo of a God who’s not done with me yet.
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Part II: Not many people tell the story of the forsaken in the world of addiction. The ones watching the rot up close, front row to death. The ones grieving the loss more than once; losing as many times as there are relapses. No one talks about destroying themselves in the process of trying to…
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Part I: The story told by the seductress herself. Addiction turned lover, turned enemy, turned victor. The trope we never really wanted but got anyway.
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Should a life’s value be dwindled down depending upon the amount of witnesses or the degree of success?