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Our Story is Your Story.

We love stories of real people who are imperfect and broken, like you and me. True healing can only start when we are able to express our brokenness and imperfection to a willing listener. We are here, to listen and to share with you our own story, one of Love and Hope.

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You Are Not Alone.

Your Story is Not  Written Yet.

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Connect with Community.

We believe in the power of connecting to a loving community, whom you can relate to on a deeper level and go through life with. If you'd like to join a community group, volunteer your time, or simply have a chat, get connected with us, as we would love to connect with you!

Recent Stories

Life can feel hopeless with all of its challenges and adversity. We offer to share real, gritty stories of struggle, pain, and hope with you. Stories of people who have, and continue to overcome adversity.

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Aiken's Story: Born a Mistake

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Dawn's Story: Death Comes Calling

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Caleb's Story: Crash & Burn

 

Recent Blogposts

 

You are not alone in your struggles. For heartfelt letters, true stories, and some practical tips to help make it a little more manageable, read our blog articles.

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The Realities

of Addiction

Waking up in the hospital bed, barely able to move, I felt a lucidity I hadn’t felt in ages. 

 

For the first time, I wasn’t running anymore. The first faces I saw through my blurred vision were the worried countenances of my mother and father.

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Too Much, Yet Never Enough

“Will you stop acting pitiful?”, my form teacher screamed at me.

I was just 7 at the time - I never really knew what was going on. I never really knew what was wrong. I always felt like I was different - not in a good way.

 

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Loneliness

He got off me as his obnoxious groans subsided.

I couldn’t help but feel soiled, damaged, and worthless. I felt out of my body, and this vessel I looked down at didn’t look like mine. It looked broken.

 

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We'd love to be part of your everyday. For more of such content about real stories and relatable topics, made just for you, follow our social pages @inone.story

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