lately the word addiction has sprouted up in conversation, my heart, and my reading about six million times. Or somewhere around there.

So. Let me tell you a little about myself.  I am an addict.  In the worst way, I am an addict.  I could take the detour and blame it on my mother, or my father for running out.  But, I don’t.  I enjoyed using drugs, I enjoyed drinking, I enjoyed the lifestyle, the lack of responsibility, everything about it was fun for me.

I am not going to talk about my recovery right now, the tortures of withdrawals, the events leading up to it.  Nothing.  I am just going to say, that I currently weigh around 195 pounds.  In my “prime” I weighed about 90.  I am not going to tell you the gory details right now.  I am only going to tell you that it does have a happy ending.

I want you to know, whoever you are, I understand.  I have been there.  I know what it’s like.  I have friends that are addicts, (Currently and recovering)  I know the pain of dealing with both sides.  Being the addict, and trying to have friends that are addicts.

Over the next week or two, or three if it takes that long, I am going to be talking about addictions of ALL KINDS. I am going to not only talk about them, with my opinions, my ideas for recovery, and what others have done to recover, I am also going to post links that will help.  I am going to scour the Internet, the phone book, anything I can to provide you with stuff that can help.  If you know an addict, read.  If you are an addict and you want a way out, read.  I am going to try my best to provide any and all sites, opinions, options, and guidance that I can.

When I feel I have covered all of the kinds of addictions I can think of, I will finish my story.  I will tell you what I did to get help.  I will tell you where God was during my absence.  I will try and tell you that it can be ok!  Please make sure to come back, I want to help.

If you have a great story of recovery please let me know.  I would love to share it here.  If you disagree with what I write, please tell me.  I love being wrong.  Almost as much as I love being right.

I look forward to this, and I hope God can speak to me, throough me, and comfort you.