Mark’s Story of Hope
I grew up in a family of prestige because my father was a significant figure in our city. We lived on over one hundred acres, raised cattle, and had a pool and a tennis court. My father grew up on a farm outside of town, made it through graduate school, was asked to...
Rachel’s Story of Hope
It was a hellish decade. That’s the only way to describe living in a godless marriage, being in deep denial of my own multitude of issues, and watching my husband’s life unravel at the seams from addiction. Oh, and being in denial about that too. I didn’t know...