Step 1: We admitted we were powerless and our lives had become unmanageable

Realize my life had become unmanageable…yep! I remember that feeling, as well as the vicious cycle of saying I quit, look again, shame, guilt, feeling unloved and unworthy and then fall again and repeat.

You can’t do it on your own! Reach out! Get help! Find someone to be accountable to! A real relationship with God is the only way I found freedom!

Beauty from Ashes.

48378936_1091078494433673_2747528697085952000_oI’ve started doing the 12 steps with a group of woman who have struggled with addiction just like me. Last week we did Step One. As I went through this step, it’s easy to forget how crazy life was in addiction when your out of it, but it was good for me to reflect on it.  One of the questions that stood out to me was 6 months before you became sober how did you lie about, hide or minimized your addiction. I used to lie a lot to get what I felt I needed. I would manipulate and I would hide the fact I was acting out by getting around the filters on my computer.  When one is caught in addiction you will do anything to get your next high and who cares about anyone else. Addiction causes you to do things that you would not do when sober.

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Pray Anyway

This brought me to tears. People just do not understand the power of prayer until they truly witness it first hand.

I am just blown away by this post and the openness in which Cynthia shares her story with us. What a powerful testimony of what God can do if we simply get out of His way.

God bless you sis!

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And yet it wasn’t me seeking healing from a pornography addiction, compulsive masturbation and intimacy anorexia. It was my husband. A man who did not believe in the existence of God.

I was highly doubtful that my non-believing husband would agree to pray. My eyes had been glued to our counsellor’s face, grasping every bit of hope his words were offering us. The hope began…

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