By the time I was thirty I had experienced five failed marriages. I felt like I could do nothing right;
They pulled us out of the car. Made us get out of the car. They searched us and put us in handcuffs.
Where I’d prayed for everyone else for so long... I had ignored the fact that I did need God.
I’m cool with being a janitor right now. I don’t know about the rest of my life.
"While I thought that they were special things, my husband at the time found that journal and thought it was really weird, really strange, and told me that I was really weird."