Since I no longer believed the lie that I could walk on my own, I knew I needed help. I moved in with my friend James. I was still paying rent at my current apartment, but I couldn’t afford not to make the move. James would sit with me and talk to me and encourage me. When I stumbled, as I often would, I could be honest with him about it and he wouldn’t bash me like some other Christians would have. Each morning, we would read the Bible together and just talk real with each other.
