I don't write...

I don't write much anymore.

Except case notes and progress reports and now assessments.

And the odd thing is my dream is to be an author. Yet I don't write.

I think I'm in the cycle of being healed and it involves me changing the lives of random Hampton Roads teens.

I can't believe its almost been a year since Terrence and I broke up. My wedding dress is finally gone in the hands of my brother-in-law and sister. I did the right thing. Apparently the rumor mill is revealing that T has finally admitted that he was the one in the wrong. Not me.

Of course, we all knew that. Except Satan was dumb enough to think I wasn't going to find. Now Amy & Dawn may not have stood up but this girl, she's a fighter. I never would wish the hell I went through with T that anyone else would go through it. So if my pain protects someone else...to God be the glory.

Every trial. Every tribulation. I count it all worth it. For the first time in maybe a year, I see the purpose of the last year...

My redemption will be at NLP in front of my ex. and my redemption has nothing to do with a relationship other then MY relationship with God.