I remember when I finally opened up about my addiction to my girlfriend and her mom. I was so ashamed and nervous. I was sweating uncontrollably. I thought I found the bottom of the pit I'd been digging when I did this. When we talked and I got it off my chest I was relieved. After a few days, I was hoping they might have found me help or at least a number to call. I had no clue about rehab or anything. All I knew was I needed help.
It turns out that the people you think may help you don't help at all. These two people said they cared but in my eyes did nothing to help me. They only threw it in my face when things turned out bad. Boy did things turn really bad that next year. I was doing things I was not proud of at all. Finally, I hit a jail cell. I tried to write letters but got no response.
For the first time in my life, I felt alone. No one to turn to at all. I turned to the Bible and found this guy named Saul. He had killed people for believing in something different than he did. It wasn't till he met Jesus that he found a different way in life. From that point on he went by Paul. Jesus told him he could be forgiven for all his sins.
At this point in my life, I turned to Jesus to be saved. A lot of people find jailhouse religion. But this felt different to me. I started prying before and after waking up. Time started to fly by. He always sends people to you that help guide you if you are willing to pay attention. In the past five years, I feel that more strangers have reached out hands than my own family. So always pay attention to what people say and do cause you never know when GOD has sent a message for you.
Later,
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