The first time I became drunk, I was 22 years old. I had moved from my hometown in Lansing, MI to Grand Rapids to go to college. Growing up, I was taught that drinking was bad. Or at least, “Don’t drink until you turn 21 and it is legal.” To my knowledge, my parents never had alcohol in the house, so I wasn’t really exposed to it. In high school, I had friends who partied and drank at a young age, but I was too naive to realize it then. I maintained a strong conviction that I was not going to drink until I was of legal age. On my 21st birthday, I was on a mission trip in another country, so that pretty much nixed that opportunity. Continue reading
Note from Alana: Abbie is a dear friend of mine. I have known her my entire life – our parents have been friends since before Abbie and I joined this world. I am blessed and honored to be able to share part of Abbie’s story here. I love you, lady!
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I grew up in what I’d call a “Christian Bubble”. My parents loved (and still love) Jesus, and they tended to raise my siblings and I on the overprotective side (their intent was out of their love for us). But this created in me a level of ignorance about how the world was in real life. Part of that ignorance was about how to have or pursue healthy relationships with boys. I was taught that “true love waits”, meaning that I should not have sex until I get married. There was not much else shared about romantic relationships as I was growing up even in church-and I was definitely not allowed to date. Continue reading