Becoming a ‘Hope Dealer’
LAKE FOREST, Calif. — Where is “recovery” mentioned in the…
I had convinced myself that no one knew, because I was so good at hiding it. People knew; my family my so called friends, even people passing me on the street knew. Addicts are the best at lying to ourselves.I became increasingly addicted and increasingly terrified. I was terrified that I would not be able to stop using meth. Meth was the source of my greatest joy, and my worst nightmare combined.On a hot August night in 1994, I found myself in an Emergency Room. I was not sure how I had gotten there, or what was going on. I looked up at the faces of my family. Who had called them? How did they find out? A dear friend of my Step-mother’s happened to be on duty as a nurse at that hospital on that very night. She had called to let them know I had been dropped off there, and they needed to come quickly. I look back on that night and I know that God had a hand in all of that.
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