There on the bed, in her pigtails and pain, my daughter was me—the little girl I once was, the woman I am now, still struggling to answer the questions: How can I be expansive and free and still be loved? There is such a lot of truth, bluntly, beautifully told that it will undoubtedly be add great value to your mindset and hence your life. It was Painfully true and so scary because I felt every word because it’s my story too as it must be for many others. Consenting to these technologies will allow us to process data such as browsing behavior or unique IDs on this site.

Glennon is also the creator of Momastery, an online community where millions of readers meet each week to experience her shameless and hilarious essays about marriage, motherhood, faith, mental health, addiction, recovery and connection. I'm ten years old and trying to disappear into the corner of the velour couch in my grandmother's living room.This is a big, stunning, buoyant, honest, raw glimpse into the life of an astonishing woman, but it is also a punch in the face to anyone anywhere who believes that this is just how it is and it's not going to get any better. Love Warrior is the story of one marriage, but it is also the story of the healingthat is possible for any of us when we refuse to settle for good enough and begin to face pain and love head-on. There will be a part of you that says, “But I’m still just the old Glennon — afraid and tiny and overwhelmed”, but that’s not who you are anymore. In her memoir, Love Warrior, Melton lays bare the story of their broken marriage and path to reconciliation, including how she came to answer her husband’s question—and her realization of how she also needed to ask God the same question. I also began reading Love Warrior with a high dose of, “here we go again…” I was incredibly skeptical.

One of the reasons that it’s so difficult to sum up this story is because it’s about a little bit of everything, which is also why I believe so many people could connect to it. Like cats pouncing on scratching posts or kids playing with each other’s toys but mostly ignoring each other.I took in her tears, pigtails, lip gloss, and the dirt on her hands — left over from climbing the banyan tree in our front yard. She believes people are inherently good—that otherwise good people are pushed into self-destructive hiding places by a cruel world.