“I was lost in a drug addiction that took over my life. That addiction took everything I had away from me and would have killed me. I finally decided it had to stop and I started looking for help. I found that help and today I’m clean and sober and loving the new life that was waiting for me all along.”
“My family is a mess. I have always tried to do what it took to keep everybody happy. Every time I turned around my husband was getting into it with one of the boys, or one of them were calling for help wanting bail money. No matter what I did it just kept on getting worse. I thought I was losing my mind. Then it dawned on me that I couldn’t do it. I found a couple of friends who had the same kind of problems. Codependency they called it. I went to their group meetings and learned that I needed a different approach. Now, the same old crap is still happening at home, but I don’t let that get to me the way it used to.”
“Growing up all I knew was to ‘Party Harty.’ That got me into big trouble. Even after two DUIs I didn’t slow down. It took prison to get my attention. Inside I hung with some guys that had it all figured out. They had found Jesus and got sober. I liked what I saw and followed their lead. Now that I’m out, I go to meetings and work my program and that’s keeping me clean.”
“When I was a kid, I’d sneak into my dad’s closet and look at the Playboy Magazines he kept in a box behind his shoes. I liked what I saw. As I got older I used my phone and computer to watch videos and such. I was still doing it when I got married. I didn’t think it was a problem. But it was a problem. I couldn’t stop watching porn and it caused my wife to leave me. I’m working on it now, going to meetings and trying to work my recovery. I’m hoping some day my x and I will get back together. We’ll see.”
“I’m my own worst enemy. Whenever I get frustrated or angry I go straight to the fridge and try to eat my problems away. It doesn’t work. Oh, it makes me feel better for a few minutes, but then those problems are still there, so I eat a little more. Now, I have problems getting around. I’m ashamed of the way I look. And I know it’s killing me. I wanted to change but I just couldn’t make that work. A friend of mine from my church who has the same problem, invited me to go to some meetings with her. I did and I found the help I needed to make some changes in my life. If I keep this up it’s going to get better.”
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