Vulnerability leads to connection. March 16th was my three year wedding anniversary. What a wild three years it's been... I'll take you back to that day one year ago. I was 9 months pregnant sitting on the couch. That may seem nice, but it wasn't ideal. Next to me was my husband. He wasn't feeling good. Why? Because he was going through severe withdrawals. Rewind to a few weeks before that. It was midnight on a Sunday, I was sleeping. Something woke me up. It was something I had never felt before. It was almost like a kick in the back. Chase had fallen asleep on the couch. I went in the living room and just had a strange feeling. It was almost like a voice whispered in my ear... "go look in his backpack." I took the advice of this voice and looked in his backpack. What I found...the devil staring me dead in the eye. Drugs. In that instant it felt as if all the air had been sucked from my lungs, the blood drained from my veins. I had this beautiful baby girl ...