As I sat there in the car, all by myself, I felt some burden lifted from my shoulders. I'd given up control to God. The pit into which I'd let myself begin to descend - that horrible pit of self-harm - was suddenly closed up.
And in that moment, I became an overcomer.
I sat in the car, taking deep breaths in and out. "Okay, God. I give You control."
I bowed my head. "I give You control," I repeated. And even though nobody knew, a battle had just been won.