It used to be a way of life to put myself first before everything and everyone. As a surgical medical assistant I had access to prescription drugs. I started taking pain meds at 23 and it took no time at all to become dependent.
My addiction started when I was in a serious head-on car accident and broke my neck. I was prescribed pain pills and muscle relaxers and eventually started taking anything I could get my hands on. When pills weren’t enough, I started selling the pills for heroin, and then went on … Continue reading
I started using and selling drugs at 14. Marijuana, LSD, cocaine, ecstasy, pills. I was addicted to not only the drugs but the money and the selfish, prideful lifestyle. I was introduced to heroin and turned into someone I didn’t know or like, taking advantage of everyone, even loved ones. … Continue reading
My sixteen years of heroin addiction were driven by one thing: self. I lived to satisfy myself only. Even my mindset about Jesus was motivated by self-gratification, and worrying about ME always seemed to get in the way. I knew I could not continue to live the way I was … Continue reading
I was homeless, living under bridges, in the woods and abandoned buildings. I was in despair, with no hope and no desire to live. I had lost everything that mattered: my wife, my children, my dignity. Crack cocaine and alcohol consumed me day and night. I was panhandling near a … Continue reading
I was living a self-destructive lifestyle of drugs, depression, and despair. I was in and out of jail, another hopeless felon caught in the vicious cycle of the court system, destined to spend my life incarcerated. After my last jail time, I was facing prison time and was released to … Continue reading
I was a pastor in a small town, and over time I became discouraged and wandered away from the Christian life. I found myself in rebellion, ashamed, miserable, and wallowing in sins that were crippling me. My life had become a rollercoaster and I wanted off, wanted to get right … Continue reading