addiction
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Heroin was the obvious lie. Perfectionism was the respectable one. Same mechanism. Different costume. One numbed the pain. The other anesthetized it with achievement, productivity, and praise. Both promised relief. Both demanded everything. The needle and the calendar were never enemies. They were accomplices. People like to call that growth. It isn’t. It’s substitution. Perfectionism…
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In the turbulent waters of my heroin addiction, I was a sailor lost, my vessel breaking against the jagged shores of despair. Every needle was a desperate row, an attempt to steer away from the wreckage I was becoming. My oars, stained with the shadows of self-destruction, fought against the currents that whispered of a…
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The book A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own, True Crime Story of a Child Witness, Chapter 13 – An Olympic Race . . . continued . . . Sure — I had and have a lot of love for my parents, sometimes. What good is my love going to do now? It becomes…
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Throughout much of my life, I’ve grappled with these questions: Where is God in the midst of abuse? What is He doing while it unfolds? What thoughts and feelings does He have? I heard someone describe it once in two words: God weeps. This is what He is doing, this is what He is thinking…
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We don’t use this phrase often, but the bible does. The word deliver is a verb and means, provide (something promised or expected). I needed to be delivered from so many things. An abusive childhood, an awful marriage, addiction, depression, fear — I could go on and on. I needed deliverance. DELIVERANCE, n. 1. the action…