I woke up today and determinely made it to church. I didnt go all year aftet my husband was incarcerated due to fear of being Alone. I knew the church is very nonjudgemental, but I let me anxiety control me. This past 6 weeks i have been trying to go and today was the forst time goinh completely alone. I conquered my fead and ive noticed a few things. The wks i go seem to go better, start it off on a positive note is best. When i leave on sunday, i feel a natural “high,” a purpose, and hopeful again. Also, my fear of going alone was unfounded and I am quite proud of muself, bc I was meant to be there.

“When you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, you’ll do things you’re not supposed to do”