When I was twelve the Lord woke me up one night and instructed me to pray for my future wife whom I had never met.
From the very beginning my real dad told me he loved me, but left. He may have loved me, but I don’t know. Then a step dad came in, and said he loved me and my mom, but would also tell me to not tell. It started with fondling...
My name is Dr. Nikki Velasco. I am an Assistant Professor of Research Methods and Statistics. I was raised by a single mom, not from the United States, who has been married many times and has some sad patterns when it comes t...
I haven’t dated that much, but with my first boyfriend, I just didn’t really hold that much of standards for myself. So I allowed myself to be verbally abused. I allowed him to talk down to me.
God loves you and he cares about you; and he wants the best for you. You find freedom in his love through surrendering to him.
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male
I was the sixth of seven children. I was molested from the time I was two or three years old until I was six or seven.
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend
I remember of walking on a bridge in New York City, hearing an evil presence. As I looked over the edge of the bridge I heard a voice say, “Jump. It’ll be all over.”
It became a vicious cycle of doing cocaine to stay up all day sot I could work and then doing heroin to sleep late at night.