The Chronicles of a Love Addict: A Love Junkie's Journey from Suicidal to Saved
Because I loved a man who left me bruised, broke, and broken, I could be bitter. In fact, I could have just allowed my soul to remain as dark as some of these physical scars that he's left me with, but it's not worth it. Instead, I'm thankful for the opportunity to grow. You see, I've smiled when I felt like crying. I've lived when I felt like dying, and I've stood tall when the weight of the world was dreadfully on my shoulders. Therefore, I will no longer consider myself a victim to his violence when I've survived things that would have seemed impossible to that part of my mind that is simple. It was walking through the fire of that dangerous relationship that I understood the need for it all. Either God was going to be there to help me withstand it, or He was going to make me fireproof.