Colin Adams
I kept replaying what Henry and Isabelle had said to me, and for the first time, something felt different when I thought about their words.
Their patience had run out—and now, it was on me. No one else could help me anymore.
I ended up making a decision: I was going to try, no matter how long it took. I knew it was easy to say that, but actually doing it... that was the real challenge. And to commit myself, I did something I’d never imagined I would—
I made a promise to God.
I felt like the lowest kind of human being for only reaching out now, when I was in this state. I hadn’t cared to be close to Him over the past year. Quite the opposite—I’d cursed Him, blamed Him, shut Him out completely. And now here I was, asking for help.
But I was honest. I told Him I didn’t want the kids or Isabelle to see me as a weak man who gave up when things got hard. If I couldn’t find the strength to ask for help for myself, then I at least had a reason to keep fighting—for the people around me.
I want to get better. And no matter how slow or painful my recovery is, I’ll find the strength. I’ll make it.