For 18 years, I was trapped in the grip of addiction, drifting from one couch to another, even sleeping in my car for over a year. I was chasing a numbness that never lasted. Survival became my only goal, and even that felt like a losing battle. For 8 of those years I endured an abusive relationship that nearly took my life- physically, emotionally, and spiritually. My parents had died, my kids were taken and I had nothing to lose. That mindset kept me running back to drugs and my arrest record looked like a phone book. The pain was constant., but God sat me down one last time in jail and something clicked. I wanted to live. I came to Maranatha where I was shown the love I was desperately seeking. I came to know God and develop a relationship with him and learn who I was and who he meant for me to be. I am now 4 years sober and thriving!