Still in rehab – Now What?


From that point on I decided to change my confession from addict to, I am a born again Christian. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure what that meant exactly, or what I was supposed to do with myself. The only thing that I was certain of was, that I was alive and going to be well. Things would never be the same again.

The therapists in the rehab suddenly became very concerned about my sudden change in attitude and new zeal for life. They even made me take drug tests as they were convinced that I was still on something. Somehow with all their experience, they could not comprehend that the saving power of Jesus had, saved me…

The next few days proved to be very interesting as the therapists found more issues with my approach to my old habits and the way forward. After all, I was cured…

As always.
Love and respect
G

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Life Begins – The truth


Thirty years old, with nothing but a kit bag and what you could call a hectic past. I have something else, something very valuable and powerful enough to change everything.

You may ask yourself – What exactly is the truth? A question answered in a multitude of ways. This is mine…

Some other words for truth are: reality, certainty, genuine, legitimate, honest and loyal. It is no wonder that through history people have fervently pursued and tried to figure out what the truth is. Maybe, this is because we were all created to believe in something much bigger than ourselves and what we can see on this earth.

The Truth is a light that shines and illuminates every shadow that clouded or darkened your mind. It brings with it answers and clarity to questions that you could never with any certainty realize or understand without it.

In my case, I just stopped asking. I was completely sold out to the fact that there are just no answers outside of the here and now or what can be seen or felt. My way of dealing with this was quite simple. I became fully dependent on stimulating my body and soul. I ran from my meaningless existence intoxicating myself with anything I could get my hands on. This continued for a good decade of my life without taking a break, not even for a day. I became a good and faithful servant to the substances and activities that I called master. Don’t get me wrong. I really thought that I was on top of the my game. A tough guy, respected enough and maybe even feared by some. I thought that I was able to handle anyone and anything that came against me and somehow, I did. I suppose in a way, being emotionally anesthetized made it very difficult for me to get hurt. Or at least that is what I thought.

While at the height of this state, something truly amazing happened. The Truth found me and I realized that I had run out of places to hide from it. I realized that I had a problem that was far bigger than my ability to fix.

This is where my story begins…