Most people that knew me probably thought I was a fairly nice person. They just didn’t see the real me because of the mask I wore. I was an actress.

They did not see how I really was when I was alone with my family. I was one way at work or school and another way with my family.

At times I would realize my terrible wickedness but I compared myself to other people and would convince myself that I was not really that bad after all.

I was not honest with myself because I felt that I could not live with myself if I admitted how bad I really was. I did not know how to change things. I would even ask God to help me change but the bad habits stayed on.

I thought God had the power to change me but I did not know how to access this power. You might say that I was almost unplugged from the power source.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?