“You aren’t as stuck as you think you are.”
I wish someone would have said those words to me back when I was stuck. And boy, did I feel stuck. I was a promiscuous drug addict and alcoholic. I was a single mom on welfare who was in and out of abusive relationships. My utilities were shut off, I lost my car, and not only was I about to lose the roof over my head but I was about to lose my young children as well. I tried so hard to break the unhealthy cycle of compounded trauma from my short lifetime of abuse and addictive choices. Attaining lasting freedom seemed hopeless and futile, but by God’s saving grace and the abundant investment of time by patient mentors, I finally learned how to find and rip out the root causes of the underlying trauma behind my unhealthy choices, and therefore get unstuck.
“It took me many years to get unstuck, but I’ve learned that it didn’t need to take me that long. “