I hated myself for it, regretting it later and feeling miserable.
But! I had no control over my addiction.
The worst part?
I was carrying this unbearable weight of guilt, shame, and emotional pain all alone.
As I was too embarrassed to share it with anyone...
Life moved on and probably looked good from the outside. I excelled in a cosmetology career, spent three years in a world-renowned school of ministry surrounded by supportive friends and family, and I married the man of my dreams.
But something didn’t quite feel right.
I started getting anxious about my secret “habit”
that seemed to be controlling my thoughts, my choices, and my life.