For so long He has been waiting

When a teenager's life spirals out of control; he is left feeling helpless, lost and without an identity.
All that was left was emptyness , confusion, a hollow feeling in his chest and a lot of emotions that he could never place.

Try as he might, he could not fix nor understand the things that were happening to him; so his only hope was to get help from his father, an unexpected friend and go to church where he'll meet new people.
That is where his journy to recovery started, but he wasn't doing it alone, because he found out that he had no reason to hide or be afraid.

Not anymore.

Author's note : Slightly mature? Just a heads up since this does mention past underage drinking (as well as some drinking in general, I think?), abuse and violence, but it's not in great detail since this is, after all, a story of recovery.
There will PROBABLY be some fights, but yeah.

This story is about an OC of mine who'se journy to God will pretty much be written in the way I kind of experience it.
Like feelings of dread, a lot of confusion...it's kind of that feeling you get when you feel lost in a way?
Now keep in mind, these were things I never experienced before until God started calling me back in like 2018/2019.
Though I admit, I didn't even truly understand what those feelings were until like a few months ago thanks to a sister in Christ I met last year on Instagram.

I'm just writing it because it's been nagging at me for a few months now and I think it's time to get it out there for anyone who might be going through the same type of thing I did or if it's in this story in some way.