I honestly imagined rock bottom would be darker. The words “rock bottom” have always made me think of dark alleys, broken street lights, and dumpsters with graffiti all over them. For me, though, I slammed into spiritual rock bottom during my sophomore year of college.
It was not the dark and dingy alley of my imagination but rather the slightly stained and chipped off white linoleum floor of my kitchen. That is where I sat, collapsed really, and broke down. It was one of the...
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