I had destroyed our friendship by my unhealthy emotional dependence and demands for exclusive affection. He understandably ended our friendship.
I still get tense and nervous and start shaking just thinking about coming out again. Some days it's better; other days it's not.
When YOB started, I was a regular. I was posting pretty much every week. I was reliable. Dependable. Always ready to share. And then I almost left it all.
I love sports and competition. I love the push, the struggle, the fight toward victory. I love how my chest burns when I'm on the brink of exhaustion.
I bought a house. I'm officially living IN the city! I've had a roommate since day one. He's a great friend and brother in Christ.
I pondered this question: why is it important to be in a community? While being part of a small group, I picked up 6 reasons why you need a community.
That's why you need a community. Whatever hurt you experience, you have people who can carry you on your path to recovery.
My church has accepted me for who I am and who God is making me into. And they are willing to walk with me down this road, whatever it looks like.
I was glad I had not abandoned my friend when he strayed, and I was determined to keep being the right kind of friend for him.
I lost my sexual sobriety because I went in search of shortcuts to intimacy with other men. I knew it wouldn't satisfy. Just like all the other times.