Five years ago, I was in, what I call, for lack of a better words, a dark place. I call it that because I was in a place where I couldn't see beyond the now. Honestly, I was depressed and oppressed, but I pressed. There were so many nights that I cried myself to sleep. There were days in which I struggled to eat and was just plain old exhausted; but I kept going. Every single day, I got up! I got up and and I made a conscious decision to push through the pain. You see I am what you would call a "church" girl. I'm that preacher's kid that LIVED at church. I'd heard enough sermons to carry me through practically anything I could face, and I knew that somehow, if I just kept pushing, if I just kept going, something would break. Things would get better, and they did. Although I was in a dark space, there was a hope that I had, that was bigger than what I could see. My vision, my faith, and my imagination had shown me "me" in a diff...
It’s been over 9 years since I had my last piece of chocolate, and I still dream of taking a bite. Oh how its sweet aroma still captures my attention and peaks my senses whenever it’s close by! You see, I was addicted to chocolate. Every Sunday I looked forward to picking up a hot chocolate brownie, extra fudge with a scoop of ice cream, and riding out with my sisters or bundling up with my bowl at my parents’ place as my family laughed and watched the kids play. I enjoyed eating chocolate candy bars and slices of rich chocolate cake during the holidays. I never drank alcohol, smoked, or been a party type; so if there was anything that could be considered my guilty pleasure, it was chocolate. Chocolate was my friend; so I thought. It wasn’t until I began to experience unexplained health problems that I learned that I could live without it. Months after having my daughter, Destiny, my hair began to fall out, weight began to dro...