Life Experience

My 2 Year Story of Sobriety

My 2 Year Story of Sobriety

The summer after freshman year of high school, I started using drugs recreationally. I could attribute it to the peer pressure I endure, but in reality, it was my choice, and I wanted to do it. It started off recreationally and over the years led to a pill addiction. I could tell you the list of drugs I have done, who I’ve done them with, and the crazy stories I got from using, but that only glorifies the bad choices that ultimately led me to my breaking point. Instead, I’m going to share with you my experience, strength, and hope by telling you who I was, what happened, and who I am now.

I Tell A Story of Hope Not of Pity

I Tell A Story of Hope Not of Pity

If you follow me on Social Media, you will constantly see me sharing pieces of my story, facts about mental health, experience with addiction, and more. Why do I do this? Why am I so vocal about addiction and mental health? It took time, counseling, and people speaking truth into my life to realize that God uses the broken. We are to boast in our weakness. I do just that. When I tried living my life for my glory and how I saw best, I burned everything to the ground and hurt those around me.

What Wrecks Me?

What Wrecks Me?

I know this may be controversial, but I am a believer that God doesn’t necessarily plan out our lives or our callings. When I first had this idea presented to me, I was astonished that anybody could believe this. Hear me out. I think for somebody to be able to reconcile us having free will with God planning every detail of our lives is a bit hard to do. Sure, I do believe that he knows every possible option we could take and more importantly, knows which one we will actually take, without orchestrating it. However, I believe that God intentionally designs our hearts and personalities to serve in different ways, and we have the choice how and where we use those. He forms our hearts for a purpose and uses our pains and brokenness to help inspire that purpose.

Be a Place Sharer for Your Friends

“Get over it”

“Just be grateful”

“Did you pray?”

Have you said any of these things without first listening to your friend? When I say listening, I mean actually listening, not just hearing. When we hear our friends, we try to fix their problems with simple solutions or clichés. When we actually listen, we gave give them practical answers. Yes, there is power in prayer, but there may be another solution that you are missing because you are not listening.

Another one I have heard lately is to be more grateful. Yes, being grateful helps shape your perspective. Sometimes, not always the case and very rarely, that person is actually in a crappy situation no matter what the perspective is. They could still be grateful for what they have and just need somebody to listen to them. They don’t want a solution, they just want to know that you care enough for them to just listen.

This is where we get into what Bonhoeffer calls place sharing. I have talked about this before in ministry, but what if we do this in our relationships. We need somebody who will share our victories, but also share our pains. If you are not sharing in somebody’s pain, you are not listening to them. You are ready to put in your two cents to try to get a quick fix. Now, this does not mean that we let the person stay in the place they are, but it means we accept that their feelings are valid and their thoughts are valid.

I do this with my friends, it comes naturally to me. Lately, I’ve been going through some tough stuff and the same friends who I validate and listen to have been the people who have not listened to me. I have been put in a situation that I am not happy with that was not my causing, but is my choosing so I can continue to do the next right thing. I have tried to confide in some of my closest friends and have been irritated and disappointed with the responses. Some of my irritation comes from my expectations of how I think they should handle the situation, which is my own fault. I can’t have expectations of others.

I rarely ever lose my cool, so when I do, I know I need a meeting and to do something about my attitude. I was talking to my best friend this morning and it seemed as though she was hearing me but not listening to me. All I wanted to do was confide in a friend what I am struggling with. Instead of being met by an empathetic ear, I was met with somebody accusing me of being ungrateful. That’s not exactly what somebody needs to hear especially when you don’t listen long enough to understand and take part in their pain.

Of course my ego got in the way.

“How dare she? Does she know how I always listened to her, validate her pain, and help guide her? I always listened and the time I need her to listen she doesn’t.”

I can’t have this expectation of people. I can’t control other people. I’m still learning too. In the same way, she is probably still learning.

The point is, learn to be a place sharer, not somebody who tries to fix people’s problems. Don’t hear what I am not saying. I am not saying let them sit in their poop and marinate. I am saying validate them and love them enough to push them forward. However, it begins with listening and place-sharing.