In our ministry of taking people through to a completed recovery, we have learned a few things over the years. One of the major observations has been that there is a common threat in each person who has become addicted. The exception? Well, there’s always an exception in everything in this life. Occasionally (very occasionally), someone who has become addicted due to the egregious act of their doctor, is not part of this ‘thread’ because they weren’t looking for a vacation from their past. The common thread is despair – call it depression, anxiety, a restless soul who is looking for purpose and can’t find it, or an otherwise similar emotional state.
For me, it was definitely despair. I was the 7th child of 8 born to my parents… parents who somewhat dysfunctionally stayed together for their entire life. Don’t get me wrong, they loved each other desperately and always had each other’s backs. It was just that they were victims of how their lives unfolded and didn’t have the tools to cope. Their dysfunction came from the anxiety and stress that was created from burying 7 children – all under one month old. My dad was a successful businessman and a proud veteran who suffered from PTSD and was a functional drinker. (I say drinker and not alcoholic because addiction is NOT a disease.) Dad found solace in the bottle, while Mom found it in benzos – specifically Valium. They both shared their stress relievers with me from age 11, so I learned quickly that a pill or a glass of booze was the answer. That’s was why I never learned to deal with stress and drugged through my life until a little over years ago when Jesus set me free. Although I excelled in school, I was seduced into a world of drugs, alcohol, sex and wild parties from an early age. It’s all I knew. It was my escape. Although I was only present for the death of my brother, I suffered the ravages of my parents’ emotional trauma as well as the early deaths of everyone I dearly loved in my family. Except for one grandmother who lived until the ripe old age of 100, the rest of my family died young. I wasn’t a Christian during those times, so there was no comfort or explanations to me as to why it all went down as it did. My mom lived her life being angry at God and my dad just didn’t know Him even though he never stopped searching. His search was in all the wrong places.
My own personal rescue from suicide attempts, despair, and hopelessness, was when I found my Lord and Savior – Jesus Christ – on a beautiful starry night on May 10th of 1979. Everything changed that night when I invited Jesus into my heart. My life began again – this time with hope, the will to live, joy and peace.
Are you suffering? Are you wanting hope and a change? Is there someone you love who you see sinking? There’s a God whose name is Jesus, knocking at your door. He gathers His sheep with taking your darkest moments and turning them into life lessons that become victories. It’s a supernatural world that is realized in our earthly lives. Will you receive Him? CLICK HERE to find out how to find your Answer, and please feel free to get in touch with me (below) if you need someone who’s been where you are.
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