“Find a counselor,” she said. With reluctance and trepidation, I did as I was told.
I was drowning. My circumstances had heaped up giant mounds of burden and responsibility and I felt wholly inadequate to respond. And I was angry. Very angry. All the time…
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I’m so thrilled to be sharing my story today over at my friend (and fellow hope*writer!) Heather’s today, as part of her Freedom Story series. Please hop on over to read the rest of the post!