When I was a sophomore in highschool, I had a lot of low self esteem. I hung out with all the wrong people. I didn’t care about me or what happened to me. I didn’t care about my grades, I didn’t care about anything. I started doing drugs and going to parties without my parents knowledge. Never knowing if this last drink would be it. Never knowing if I’d be opening my eyes the next morning. But honesty, I didn’t care.

This went on through most of my junior year. Until I got the Nexplanon birth control. I was home alone and decided to get high. Apparently, I was allergic to some of the hormones in that birth control and started having an anxiety attack. I was terrified and had no idea what was happening to me. I called 911 and an ambulance showed up, took my vitals and said everything was fine expect for my heart rate was high. It eventually wore off. But I tell you what, from THAT day forward, I never touched another drink, I never touch another drug.

I went from being black out drunk waking up in starters houses to sleeping in the same bed as my mom and dad everything. I couldn’t sleep because I felt like as soon as I closed my eyes, I was going to die. Eventually, we figured out the cause and got it all straightened out. Along with that, I also lost a lot of my “friends.” No one contacted me while I was going through this, and after I returned to school, they replaced my spot at the lunch table and stopped inviting me over.

Fast forward to Senior year, and I met my saving grace. My anxiety had brought me closer to faith and I was praying for a miracle to pass and graduate. That’s when my husband came into my life. But I didn’t know how important he’d be. We were really good friends our sophomore year before I turned bad. I always had a thing for him but our timing was always off. Come senior year we needed up having two classes together. We reconnected and I asked him to go to prom with me. He ended up already having a date to another schools prom that was the same night as ours.

Prom night came and I got crowned prom queen. (By luck of the draw not voting) and I called to tell him. He was happy for me and said that we should go out and celebrate after! I hurried home, while I was on my way home he called again, asking where I was. I told him and asked where he was. GIRRRLLLSSSSSSS. He left the prom he was at early so he could come to our schools!!!!

We needed up dating, moved in after 9 months of dating. Got engaged two years later and married the next year. March 8th will be our 9th month of marriage and we are now expecting out 1st baby. 💙🥰

Please, do not EVER give think that you can never recover from where you’re at. It may not seem like there is a light at the end of the tunnel. But God has a plan for everybody!

Sorry for such a long post. I just feel so blessed, I had to share my story.