I don't know how I got here. On the outside I have it all. A great husband, three wonderful boys (all under the age of 8). A great house, a great career (that I do at home) - and Christ. I was saved a little over 5 years ago. Really saved. Heart changing, in the gut, life moving.... saved. Now I am an addict. That's the first time I have ever typed that or even said it out loud. When I look at my life and realize that I took about 30 or 40 vicodin per day, each day, for the last few months of my life.... there really is no other word for me, is there? How in heaven did this happen to me? I can only think of one thing. Compromise. I have compromised some part of my belief somewhere along the line. That one thing led to many other things, like a chain of events out of control. It isn't satan's fault. It is my fault. Now I feel so alone (although I know I am not) and so far from God (although I know He is right here with me at this desk) I don't know what to do. Ha. My family has no idea. I'm the perfect mom, wife, neighbor. I have been clean for about 4 days now. 5 minutes ago, the FedEx man arrived with my last refill of meds. Oh my God. I am so lost. I need to go to one of those Celebrate Recovery meetings, I guess. I still absolutely cannot believe this is me typing this story. Prayers and thoughts are appreciated.
Lost Mom
Lost Mom