Last week, tragically, we lost Bryan’s nephew to a heroin overdose. I was able to go right away to be in the midst of the family, while the pain was still palpable. In the middle of the most profound sorrow, I was able to witness the essence of genuine sisterhood.
We are all coming to see, and tragically many of us experience the destructive force of drugs.
They are killing and imprisoning those we love at a devastating rate.
What is not spoken about enough, is the ruins addiction injects into the family unit.
If you are connected emotionally with someone who is self-medicating, you are in need of treatment as much as they are! I know this doesn’t make sense. You are likely feeling out of control, angry, and reacting in ways that cause you to feel shame and regret for your behavior. It is crazy making. You are hiding something in hopes it will go away-it will not!
It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, my creativity has been paralyzed by life experiences. I have come to discover that what I thought was reality, was not. I am now painfully at the finish line of a 23-year marriage, that I gave my all to, and the starting line of more than I could ask or imagine.
Both realities carry equal emotional weight.
I resisted leaving the toxicity of my marriage for years, for many reasons. Besides the longing to give my boys the intact family I wish I had, the church certainly played a role and I cringed at the thought of doing what God hates. Every good Christian knows “For I hate divorce!” says the LORD, the God of Israel.” Malachi 2:16
Who is in greater captivity the captured Christians or those who hold them in bondage?