Not My Past. My Story.

There Is A Way Out

You are a living miracle. Each and every breath you take is proof that miracles happen. Proof that God exists. Proof that life wins. Proof that love sustains.
You see mommys scars everyday. They are deep. They are ugly. They were painful. But what you dont see if the beauty behind them. They hold a story unlike any other. A story of hope. A story of redemption. A story I want you to know.
You see, mommys scars are not just scars; they are battle wounds. They are daily reminders that i survived war. The war was brutal, this was a war that should have taken my life. A war of good versus evil, of darkness versus light, of life versus death. This war took place inside of my head, but blackened my heart and tarnished my soul. This war cost me my freedom, my family and myself. But when mommy won that war, i was given new life and abundant freedom.
My war has a name. Addiction. Millions of people are fighting this war every single day. It has claimed many lives and continues to take people out daily. Its sneaky. You dont know youre in it until it already has you. It lies. It makes you think youre in control while it completely dominates you. Its a thief. It will rob you of everything you have and leave you with nothing. It is lethal. It wont stop until you are dead.
But there is a way out. This doesnt have to be your story.
The genetic odds, are not in your favor. You undoubtedly have the propensity to become addicted. But hear this, my sweet child: there is another way. And you dont have to walk through hell to find it.
I pray everyday that you dont have to fight this war to know life, as i know it. I pray that you wont ever succumb to the demons inside as they try to convience you that life isnt worth living. I pray you never experience the depth of pain that mommy did. That you never know what its like to sink a knife in your wrist or smell skin as it melts beneath a cigarette. Desperatly trying to release the demon that has engulfed you.
But most of all, I pray that if you ever find yourself in that place, where the pain feels unbearable and death feels like the only way out, you remember mommys scars & know that there is another way out. The battle is worth winning. Your life matters. In the darkest days, in your most excruciating moments. God will show up. I promise you, he will show up. & he will offer you life. All you have to do is say yes.
My disease brought me unimaginable darkness. But yours doesnt have to. You can find peace without going to war. You can find hope before becoming hopeless. You can know freedom without being chained. You can find happiness without knowing despair. And you can live a rich, fulfulling life without meeting death.