The question asked: Have I been able to accept and enjoy my growth in recovery.
The answer: Wow. Two years ago, I would never had the nerve to co-lead a step study class. I would have never told hundreds of people my darkest moments. I was a prisoner of fear. It controlled my every word, my every thought and my every decision. I was a feather being blown along by other’s opinions of me, my poor opinion of myself and every situation. Today, I take selfies because I finally see a beautiful person. I talk to people I don’t know without fear of rejection. I feel the love of God and recognize now that He’s loved me and protected me all my life. I am responsible for m own actions and I don’t blame them on the abuse or my parents. Two years ago, maturity -wise, I was about 16 stuck forever in that sophomore in high school mentality. Perpetually the child in the mirror with grown up clothes and scared little girl eyes. Now I’m a maturing woman of God and I am amazed at the new life He let me have that I had wanted to end so many times. I accept that I am a forgiven child of the King and a citizen of heaven. I accept every promise God’s word says I am.