So she fought back. She closed her eyes. She whispered Scripture. She reminded herself that she was not alone. And for the first time in years, the anxiety didn’t win. — So now, as she sat with the bottle of pills in her hands, she knew… She knew this wasn’t about throwing the pills away in some dramatic, life-changing moment. It was going to take trusting God one step at a time. She took a deep breath. Placed the bottle back on the table. And whispered, “God, I trust You.” Healing wasn’t a straight line. She has struggled so much with setbacks. There were days she wondered if she’d ever be free. But she noticed that day by day, battle by battle, prayer by prayer… She was winning. And that? That was healing. …….. Weeks turned into months. Adebisi wasn’t just surviving anymore, she was thriving . She began writing again , sharing her testimony online. She even got a promotion at work, a role she once thought she wasn’t capable of handling. But most imp...