The first time I got high, I was 12 years old. It started with weed and alcohol; eventually I found pills. I met an older guy that became my boyfriend. He introduced me to meth, and I thought I loved it. Never did I think that it would bring me so much pain. After many more twists and turns, I finally understood that it was Jesus bringing me through the storms of life. He was guiding my footsteps to the Women of Hope where I would find my healing.
I have completed the nine months and could not be more thankful for God showing up. I’m learning to take every thought captive and pray without ceasing. I’m learning what works and what hasn’t worked in the past. Thank you to everyone for all the forgiveness, mercy, grace, and second chances. I couldn’t do it without y’all.