I live in a perpetual state of healing, always thanking The Most High God as He tenderly cared for me through many treacherous years of war with addiction. There were days when I never thought I would escape those deep dark, nightmarish trenches. The enemy was closing in, and did eventually surround me. Everything eventually and systematically collapsed before my very eyes, however I was safe in the arms of my God. Remembering what I overcame will always be a catapult for progress, and cause for praises to my God. As I gain more self-awareness and true history about who I am, I am extremely humbled and grateful. Recovery is bliss not ignorance, and when addiction no longer rules over the mind, we can safely remember, as pain is no longer a threat to our sobriety, and shame and guilt has been removed from the throne where God now rules over our hearts.
