May 1995 I faced a near crash. It was a wake-up call that I had a problem bigger than me and that I needed help. I didn’t understand that I was made in the image of God. I didn’t understand that others are made in the image of God as well. I was an abuser. It was unoriginal. It was boring. It was invisible. How does one know if they are an abuser? What does one look for? I was unwilling to accept full responsibility for my behavior. I was utterly unable to fully own my own sin. I justified my behavior. I justified the wicked.