Nonetheless, I struggled. And Geri went anyway. I hated it. She loved it. Over time, however, I grew to enjoy the time alone also. God used it to “rewire my insides,” repair some of the damage from my family of origin, and help me grow into my own person apart from Geri. It turned out to be liberating. The reality, however, was that my discipleship and spirituality had addressed neither my insecurities nor my understanding of myself. Breaking free would require learning to feel, learning to distinguish