We Can Always RISE AGAIN…
It’s 3 a.m., and the kids are sleeping, but I lay awake, counting the seconds between my husband’s breaths, wondering, “Will this be the night this addiction finally kills him?” I look around at my life, finally seeing the lie that we are a “perfect, happy family.” I know the truth: the addiction has taken him over. I must grow courage before the next breath. Before he becomes…death #22.
It sounds like the opening lines to a fictionalized movie, but these are the opening lines to my book, and my story. I am an “Everything Survivor.” I survived 25 deaths in 8 years and nicknaming myself The Grim Reaper Girl. I survived my husband’s addiction, and so did our marriage. I’m here to tell you HOW we – you and I – always RISE AGAIN, how love always finds us, even at our worst. ❤
