Not once in life have I been real.

I'm Introverted,
recovering (or at least trying to), struggling, weak, falling, failing, yet trying to get up again.

I love my best friend, don't know what I'd do with out her. God knew I needed her.

2Corinthians 12:9a "And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness."