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God Bless the Broken Road
After six years with my abusive ex, I was free. But that wasn’t the end of my struggle. At twenty-four with no income, no education and three children to raise my nerves stood at the breaking point. The turmoil in my early adult life conditioned me to look on the dark side. When things were joyous, I thought the time only a momentary pause in the dirge of my life. However, one thing I knew—every morning I had three beautiful faces shining up at me. No matter how depressed or callous I got, giving up on making a good and happy life for them was not an option. Those kids depended on me and, God knows, I needed them…” Read More!