Divided Minds: Notes on Truth

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A brief story of addiction, faith, and the freedom I’m still learning to live.

A simple, clear glass tumbler sits on a smooth concrete countertop. Behind it, slightly out of focus, a row of empty, colorless bottles fades into shadow on a floating shelf. The glass is filled instead with cold water and a single slice of lemon, condensation beading on the outside and catching soft, diffused morning light from an unseen window. The scene is composed with minimalist precision, rule-of-thirds framing, and a neutral color palette of grays and muted yellows. Photographic realism emphasizes the clarity of the water and the texture of the concrete, evoking a quiet, sober atmosphere that suggests choice, restraint, and the clean beginning of recovery.
A simple, clear glass tumbler sits on a smooth concrete countertop. Behind it, slightly out of focus, a row of empty, colorless bottles fades into shadow on a floating shelf. The glass is filled instead with cold water and a single slice of lemon, condensation beading on the outside and catching soft, diffused morning light from an unseen window. The scene is composed with minimalist precision, rule-of-thirds framing, and a neutral color palette of grays and muted yellows. Photographic realism emphasizes the clarity of the water and the texture of the concrete, evoking a quiet, sober atmosphere that suggests choice, restraint, and the clean beginning of recovery.

About Divided Minds and Recovery

This blog grew out of my own collision with addiction, doubt, and unexpected grace. Here I trace how God met a divided mind, and how truth still heals. Start anywhere—or return to the latest notes on the homepage.

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Truth, God, and Inner Freedom

Recovery is more than staying sober; it is learning to tell the truth about God, ourselves, and desire. These notes wrestle with paradox, doubt, and hope, inviting you to risk a freer, more honest life.

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A simple, clear glass tumbler sits on a smooth concrete countertop. Behind it, slightly out of focus, a row of empty, colorless bottles fades into shadow on a floating shelf. The glass is filled instead with cold water and a single slice of lemon, condensation beading on the outside and catching soft, diffused morning light from an unseen window. The scene is composed with minimalist precision, rule-of-thirds framing, and a neutral color palette of grays and muted yellows. Photographic realism emphasizes the clarity of the water and the texture of the concrete, evoking a quiet, sober atmosphere that suggests choice, restraint, and the clean beginning of recovery.