I remember going to a handful of Hope services growing up, mostly during the holidays. Looking back, I had no idea who God was, but if someone had asked me if I believed, I would’ve said, “Yes, of course!” My parents went through a very difficult divorce when I was entering middle school. This created a lot of tension, anger, and resentment in my family, which continued for years and, I believe, left us all feeling lost and lonely. Growing up, I was known as the spirited and tenderhearted child, but somewhere along the way, I felt like the hurt from the divorce quieted everything that made me me. About two years ago, I recognized the dark and isolated place I was in. I was frustrated that I was so good at hiding the hurt I felt, and even more frustrated that I was the one responsible for dealing with it, despite not having caused it. As a result of this frustration, I developed a handful of unhealthy habits, trying to run with the crowd around me. I was stuck in a constant cycle of...