I am 39. I still call myself a girl. I am at peace for the first time in years. I have a past, but at least I’m not boring. I have hopes and dreams. My addiction has caused me to have compassion for others still stuck in that spot. I love my kids, my husband and the color green. The only thing I learned in college is that I really do love to write. According to my English teacher, I don’t suck at it. If I had one wish for my blog it would be to reach another person and maybe answer some of the questions I had at the start of my recovery. But if nothing else, I know it will help me during my own walk. I pray everyday. This has been the biggest part of my recovery. You may knock it, but hey it worked for me. I wish I could explain addiction to my husband, maybe one day.