Good morning Peres!
I haven’t been on here in awhile but I’m personally in a desperate situation and I know there are a number of believers here so.
I’ve asked a few other places online as well as everyone I know that is a believer in person and I want to ask here as well.
Straight up my finacé is addicted to meth. I’ve known for a while now but she just admitted it to me a few weeks back. I’ve been angry and bitter and sad and every other emotion imaginable. She is a believer and I have seen her weep and pray and beg God to help her.
I was thinking of cutting her out of my life completely but after serious prayer time I do not think the Lord wants me to do that.
This addiction is destroying her life, causing immeasurable pain for her daughter and selfishly crushing my heart as well.
I’d ask for prayer for her, prayer for the people she gets her drugs from, prayer for her daughter who she hasn’t seen in weeks on end now and prayer for myself that my anger doesn’t overtake me and I remain faithful to trust God in this very difficult time instead of taking matters into my own hands.
Thank you for reading. Believer or not. Thank you.
Stay strong Pede’s! May the Lord guide and keep each of us.
You have my prayers!
Some thoughts, I am a drug addict, gutter bound junkie. A normal night was mixing heroin, cocaine, vodka, and dirty puddle water In a syringe and mainlining in a burnt out corner of a filthy warehouse, praying for God to kill me, save me, give me a bunch of drugs, or straighten me out. It didn't matter, anything but who and where I was.
I spent years trying to overcome, recovery houses, jail, hospitals, overdoses, everything. Id stop, get my life together a bit, and then crash and burn again. During this I became a sperm donor for my child ( I say this because I'm the father, but was no dad). I swore I would stop and change for her, for her mom who I loved, for God, for my family and loved ones. Never worked.
The drugs did what they will do and ruined my life. I got a spine infection, got misdiagnosed, and was told it was muscle problems and my doctor's thought I was looking for pain killers so did nothing. My spine melted over time, years, and all I knew was pain, drugs, sadness, until my legs have out and I went down. Emergency 9 hr. Surgery, spine rebuilt from bottom to top, not sure if I'll ever walk again and may even die. Still chasing drugs.
I came home to my daughter and her mom. After years of ruining all of our lives, they took me in because they didn't want to see me die. I could barely walk for a long time, always in pain. Got a work from home job and slowly recovered. Due to the Injury, the Mrs. Holding my money, and other factors, my life got better and I no longer had any way to get the drugs for a year or so.
My life actually got so good that I, for the first time, said no, I don't want to loose what I have this time. I have a path at the workplace I am at to success, a family that actually loves me, gratitude (this is what I believe helped me stop) for everything in my life since I should have died from my spine issue, and I have been clean for a long time and it's different. I am disgusted on multiple levels over my past behaviors, and you could not pay me to do drugs again.
Look up the experiments with rat park and heroin. This describes what I believe will actually help people. We need to have connections to others, a life full of hope and love, and what I believe is most important, gratitude for what we have.
There is a saying a grateful heart will never use. It's a way of looking at the world, gratitude is an action word as well. You don't feel gratitude, you live it. Until I was able to appreciate what I had and feel hope and gratitude, I never had a chance.
One of the barriers I faced was no matter how often I tried to get clean, or how grateful I acted or looked, or how good I looked and acted in the outside, it didn't reach deep down inside and didn't become a part of my actions. There was always a piece that sad it's going to happen again, maybe even ten years from now, so why wait just do it now, you have no chance.
I now write gratitude lists and thank God for everything I have, even the bad parts, because I should be dead. It's ok now if my car got repossessed, I loose my job, or whatever else may come, because I should be underground, and I feel it on a spiritual level beyond just thought.
Some people need to lose it all to appreciate and be grateful for what they have. I did. Some need to feel hope for a future where they can live a normal life. That's all we really want is a normal life, and I've seen so many people relapse because they are so deep into bad things they can't imagine a future where life is not crashing down around them.
Sorry, ramblings of a degenerate junkie over. Again, check out the rat park drug experiment
I'm with you, brother. See my reply to the OP. My own bottom was not as severe and wretched as yours, but it was close. Had I kept drinking and using, I would have been dead 20 years ago, maybe earlier than that. I thank the God of my understanding daily for the gift I have been given.
Wow. So true. Blessings.
Wonderful testimony!