Go-Go Rach once was a girl whose world was controlled by the idea that she was POWERLESS. After a chain of events, she realized she'd been lied to. Now she does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with whomever she chooses to do it with.
Her blog chronicles the horrors she experienced in the halls of Alcoholics Anonymous (THE CULT) and the wonderful things she does now that she's escaped. *IF SHE BIT HER TONGUE ANY LONGER, IT WOULD BLEED!*
The past five years have been filled with changes made with hope to fix the one thing I'll never get back, my old life. Call me stubborn or sick or whatever. It's hard to believe how long it took to realize what you probably knew all along. Life, as I once knew it, was over the second I left my mother's house. I imagine my demise must of been painful to watch. I'm sorry I put you guys through that. Thank God, I'm over it.
Today is the first day of Spring, which makes for an exponential opportunity to begin the first day of the rest of our lives, wouldn't you agree?
Finally, my life has come full circle to a place filled with opportunity for me to finally start the re-start to my re-start-over in ways that suit ME as a person who has fully extricated my mind, body and spirit from every single horror I learned whilst in THE CULT.
Hi. My name is Rachel G. I am happy, self-actualized, free-thinking, outspoken and I love every single second of my life because I refuse to allow anyone or anything to define the brilliant, amazing and extraordinary being that is ME.
Let's get a few things straight before I write this all-too-enlightening post: I definitely drink too much, smoke too much, curse too much and, indulge my anger way too much. Regardless of all of that, I am a God-fearing woman. I was saved in 2007, when my life turned to shit and, my walk has been nothing short of torture, yet, I still BELIEVE with all of my heart that the world is ruled by one AMAZING GOD.
Daytona Beach is a lot like Vegas. Both are fun-filled, adventurous places to visit, yet these cities offer no more to an educated, cultured genius trying to re-build her life, than the disgusting waste one might find at the bottom of a filthy, well-used dumpster.
KISS THE STORM GOOD-BYE, RACH!
IT'S OVA. FINALLY! *YAY!*
Three years, five months and, seventeen days. That's how long it took for me to finally get back on my feet after my mother betrayed me in ways that still shock me. Sometimes I wish she simply blew my brains out, since instant death would have been infinitely easier than her figurative massacre of me and my life.