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I Surrendered My Heart: Completely

“I will give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws.” Ezekiel 36:26-27

I have surrendered before, but not whole-heartedly. The bible even says that we should hand our whole heart over to the Lord. Proverbs 23:26 says, “My son, give me your heart, and let your eyes observe my ways.”

Notice that it doesn’t say My son, let your eyes observe my ways then give me your heart. That’s not how it works. Faith is believing in the unseen.

I love what 2 Corinthians 4:18 has to say about this. “As we look not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”

But the things that are unseen are eternal.

Let that sink in for a minute.

With that being said, I surrendered my heart. I asked God to give me a new heart, and to bring Jesus into my life. I’ve learned more about Jesus and God in the last couple of weeks than I have the entire (almost) 22 years I have been alive.

I am nowhere near perfect. I am nowhere near deserving of this unconditional love that God gave me by sending his son to die for my sins. I am a mortal. A broken mortal. But if there’s anything that I have learned, it’s that God uses broken people for his glory. I mean Jesus associated with the broken people in His lifetime.

How can one be saved by Jesus if he/she was never broken to begin with? If we were never broken to begin with, we wouldn’t need to be saved. Now would we?

One of my biggest problems was men. I am friends with mostly men (I’ve been praying for that to change), I want a real romantic relationship with a man and I am so boy crazy that I go chasing love to try and fill that empty void that I have had.

When my sponsor told me that she wanted me to stay single for a year, I (internally) freaked out. How am I going to do this? I can’t do this! I like looking at them too much.

Today, I’m not freaking out. I have Jesus. He is the only Love that I need right now. And I intend to use the next 365 days wisely. I want to continue to grow in His word and let his Spirit move me in ways I won’t be able to fathom. I’m looking forward to this journey now. God has someone for me, but in His time and He wants me to know Him first.

Thank you all for going on this journey with me. I am excited for the future.

I was lost, but I have been found again.

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The Truth Is…

I’ve been really hesitant about continuing to blog. I’ve thought about shutting this blog down, even. I came to a realization that has been really hard for me to come to terms with. A realization that I need to change, just not knowing how, am to afraid too, or all of the above.

At some point last week, I was shown a skit of a Lifehouse song called Everything. I was at an AA meeting.

By the end of the video that was shown to me, I cried. No. I had sobbed. Everything that was shown in this skit had been me at some point in my life.

If you’ve ever seen this skit, you know what happens at the end of the skit. Jesus conquers this girls problems and she is free.

That night I had come home. I watched this video over and over and over again. I realize that there was a difference between comprehension and actually believing wholeheartedly. I comprehended what God had sent His son to do, and I believed it. However, I didn’t believe it with ALL my heart.

And I became this hypocrite and I didn’t even realize it. I thought about shutting the blog down because I became the hypocrite. I mean I have talked about scripture, and my faith and a whole bunch of other things that were now at this point pointless. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do. Ever since I came to this conclusion, things have been different. It’s like I’m scared to embrace Him wholeheartedly. It’s like I’m scared to love. And yes, His love is unconditional. But what does that even mean? Yes, he died on the cross that’s what unconditional love is and it’s just this never ending loop running throughout my head. And I’m still stuck.

I never had “real” friendships. They were all one-sided. I never felt like I had belonged anywhere, I still don’t. I guess that’s why I created this blog was because I could be myself and not be afraid. But I guess that all backfired now.

I have a friend that has been coaching me throughout all of this. And he keeps telling me, “Hey, Jesus loves you.” And I get uncomfortable. Why? Because the word “Love.”

I never realized how uncomfortable the word “Love” made me. I have sat through many sermons, many preachings. And I let myself be talked at instead of talked to. In one ear, out the other. I didn’t give myself the opportunity to fully take it all in.

All of this scares me. It terrifies me. And I don’t know what to do about it. Sure, I could pray. But what good would that do since I’m stuck in this cycle of comprehension? The whole “scared to love, unconditional love, he died on the cross for me” cycle.

I’m probably going to lose a lot of followers because of this. That’s okay. I’m okay with that.

I’ve never felt more lost than I do now.

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The Healing Begins..Again

So I got prescribed wellbutrin. Supposedly it’s considered an “upper” that will make me want to do things, and in the last 48 hours I’ve been noticing a difference.

I still want to lay in bed all day, but I feel weird doing so. I didn’t drag my feet to work, I didn’t sleep all day, and I was productive.

Made my bed, cleaned my room (and vacuumed), unloaded/loaded the dishwasher, I even wanted to put on makeup. Which I hadn’t been feeling like doing in weeks.

Yesterday, I journaled for the first time in forever. I wanted to journal. I wanted to read. I wanted to write, and tonight? I wanted to blog. I WANTED to blog. I didn’t feel obligated to.

Doing basic human things hasn’t felt like a chore. I have more energy.

As I was journaling last night, I realized that I am no different than a caterpillar while it’s in its cocoon.

While in it’s cocoon, it’s going through a phase of metamorphosis (or change). Then it becomes a beautiful butterfly.

I want to be that butterfly.

However, I can’t leave my cocoon. Not yet. I’m not ready. I have to let the change happen. Everyday, I am in a stage of metamorphosis. One day closer to becoming that butterfly.

For the last 3 weeks, I felt like I was walking on an Earthquake. No, sinking through the cracks caused by the Earthquake. I was hanging on to a rope, and that rope was fraying. That rope was going to snap soon. I had to hold on with everything I had.

The paramedics arrived. I’m not slipping through the cracks. I can finally breathe again. That doesn’t even feel like a chore. A sense of relief has come over me which is weird. I’m not used to feeling relieved.

I was trying to fight a battle that I couldn’t win. But I thought I could win. But all it did was wear me out. It was tiresome, and now that I’m not fighting it anymore, I’m still tired because I spent so much time trying to fight it.

I’m not 100% okay, but I’m starting to feel better than I did before.

Now. Time to start repairing my fractured faith.

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I Need Your Help

So I actually did something today instead of just lay in bed. I cleaned my room a little bit. Got some clothes picked up, some books organized.

That’s when I found the condition of my bible. I’ve had this bible for 4 years, and it’s falling apart. The binding is anyway. I’m still going to keep it, but I think it’s time to start looking for a new bible.

I would want a study bible geared for young adults. So any recommendations would be nice. What I really like about the bible I have now is that it has a reading plan. But I want something more than just a reading plan. Something to help me understand what I’m reading because let’s be real. It can sometimes be hard to follow.

Click here if you’d like to see the bible I already have just in case nobody recommends the one I already have. The only difference is the one I have is paperback.

Thanks in advance!

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Depression Isn’t Crying All the Time

I’ve been fighting this battle for 8 years.

I’m so sick of people telling me that it’s going to get better. I’m sick of people telling me that it will all work out.

I’m sick of people trying to tell me to rely on God.

Praying, reading the Bible, and listening to God isn’t what’s going to get my bills paid. It’s not going to make me feel better.

Depression isn’t crying all the time. Depression is isolating yourself, your own brain convincing you that nobody cares, that nobody wants you around, etc.

Depression is wanting to do nothing but sleep all day.

Depression is feeling emotionally numb and socially detached.

Depression is mustering up the energy just to wake up, shower, and look decent.

I realized I know nothing about God. I’ve learned that there’s a fine line between acknowledging who he is, and actually having faith. I’ve realized that I just acknowledge his existence.

I know I should be doing these things. Just a few months ago I was on fire for this. I had given my testimony, started this blog, and reading. However, I was reading something I didn’t fully understand.

I saw my therapist today for the first time in two months and I’ve made the decision to go back onto anti depressants. However, just because I am on medication DOES NOT mean that I am not allowed to have a bad day.

Just because I have a bad day DOES NOT mean that I am not taking my medication. I want to make that perfectly clear.

I want to be a better daughter. A better friend. A better Christian. One that actually has faith and not just acknowledges that God sent his one and only son down on earth to be crucified for all of mankind.

I don’t want to fight with my Dad all the time. I want to be useful for something. I don’t want to have to keep relying on the bottle to help make me feel better temporarily.

But I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die either. If something happened. If I get into a car accident on my way home one night and died before the paramedics got there, I wouldn’t care. But I’m not going to commit suicide. I don’t have suicidal thoughts. I refuse to put my parents through that.

I didn’t ask to be born, but I was. And that I do have to deal with. I have to deal with my own existence. I shouldn’t have to “deal with my own existence” I should want to live.

I don’t have any other vices left. Things that used to make me happy, no longer make me happy.

I don’t want to play my piano. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to talk to my family (sorry Mom, Granny, Dad, and Grandma. It’s not you).

Depression is a deep well that you have to climb yourself out of. However, right now, I can’t climb out.

Depression is walking in the middle of an Earthquake, but you’re slipping through the cracks and you have nothing to hold on to. My ground started out unsteady, but it’s turning into a full sized earthquake that I can’t stop.

The only person I can trust right now is my sponsor, and that alone was a hard thing to do.

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Difficult Roads Lead to Beautiful Destinations

The title of this blog comes from my sobriety app. Today wasn’t a good day, but it wasn’t a bad one either.

My goal was to be up by 9:00 AM. I was going to do my readings and then hit a meeting. However, I slept until 11 and was a few minutes late to the meeting, and I felt bad for being late but that’s okay.

During the meeting, I had said something. And someone thanked me for saying what I had said because it just reminded them of what they need to remind themselves and that felt amazing. I guess I did something right.

I came home, and had some stressors but I talked to someone about it and decided to do something to get me out of myself. I called a friend for advice, and followed the advice that was given. I did some housework, took care of the pets, meditated, and left for work. Not really looking forward to the 10 hour shift, however I did my best to stay out of that mindset. The stressor that was there before had gone away.

I always had something to focus on while at work. And I would say I was pretty productive.

We got insanely busy towards the end before we closed, but somehow, someway I managed to keep calm. Normally I’d start stressing out and get really irritated, but I didn’t.

We had some extra help tonight, and I was super thankful for that. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten out at 3 AM. Granted, it didn’t matter to me what time we got out because either way there was always a plus side. If we didn’t have extra help, that would be more money in my pocket. Since we did have extra help, we got out a lot sooner than what we would have been.

Even had a few familiar faces come through. It was pleasant.

I just came home and to my surprise, I came home and my ceiling fan was working. So thanks dad. I don’t know what you did (it hasn’t been working ever since we moved in to the place we live at now).

Plus, I successfully came into the house and didn’t wake anybody up. So that was nice. Otherwise we would have had a problem. Well, I would of had a problem.

I have so much to be thankful for. Tonight would have been a night where I’d want something to drink. I had a long (but productive) day and felt that I would have deserved something. But to be completely honest, I’m way too tired to deal with that.

I need to start my readings up again soon, and I plan to. My main focus right now is not hitting the snooze button 20,000 times before waking up.

I’m thankful for today. I thank God for keeping me sober today.

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So About the Weekend,

 

I was sober for almost four months.

I don’t have a solid identity because I was drinking at the age most people try to figure it out. I was drinking at 16.

If someone says something about me, I believe them because I don’t know any better.

Multiple people have told me that they didn’t think I was an alcoholic. That I had only been 21 for a short amount of time and just ran in on some “bad luck” when I got busted for drinking and driving.

I felt that I had to prove to myself that I wasn’t an alcoholic, that I didn’t have a problem. I spent more time comparing  myself to other people rather than relating to other people.

I didn’t lose a home, a car, or kids. Maybe I’m not an alcoholic after all.

My sponsor stopped sponsoring me (I don’t blame her) and wasn’t that serious about another one.

I found out that I was off probation, and I started drinking again. At first I was able to control it, then Tuesday night happened.

I had stumbled to the bathroom (to go to the bathroom) and I stumbled back into my room. I was having a hard time breathing and it felt like something was weighing in on my chest. I thought I was dying and started to freak out.

It wasn’t until later that I realized I had had a panic attack. In the midst of this panic attack, my sober self came to me. I never wanted to feel that way again.

I don’t remember much from that night. I don’t even remember going to bed. It wasn’t until later I realized that I had blacked out.

I felt guilty, I felt ashamed. I was worried people, friends that I had met along this journey would hate me. They didn’t. They don’t. They greeted me with so much love and compassion. It was weird.

I had thought about shutting this blog down. I thought about my testimony and how everything that I’ve worked for within these last couple of months meant nothing because of this brief relapse.

After confiding in a close friend of mine, she told me that it’s all a part of my story and that it’s okay.

I decided to keep this blog going. I’m ashamed to admit that I wrote my last blog post while I was under the influence and I’m thinking about deleting that individual post, but still doing something along those lines.

I’m only 21 years old. What 21 year old wants to admit that she’s powerless over alcohol? I do. I don’t want another DUI, I don’t want to lose anything that I’ve worked hard for. I want a future for myself and if I keep on drinking, I won’t find any of that.

I’m thankful for the panic attack I had. Because it was painful. And I didn’t want to experience more pain. And that’s what alcohol will do to me if I continue.

I know that the thoughts of “maybe I’m not an alcoholic” will come back. But that’s when I’ll do something. Read, blog, go to a meeting, do something productive around the house (which would make my dad happy).

I’m thankful that I realize this now and not later. I’m thankful for the friends that didn’t abandon me.

I’m also thankful that this relapse was a quick one. There are a lot of people who relapse, and don’t always make it out.

Today was great. I was happy. I even did something I thought I could never do sober: dance. Funny right? It was weird at first, but I did it. And I did it sober. That’s a huge accomplishment for me.

I even went to a meeting that I had never gone before.

As far as my identity is concerned? I need to pray more, study the bible more, and blog more. Do things that make me happy and content, and finding my strength and peace within God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.

I don’t know if I’m impacting or inspiring anyone, but I hope that I am.

And to all of my readers that know me personally, please don’t tell me that you don’t think I’m an alcoholic. Don’t tell me that I’m not an alcoholic. I don’t have to explain to you why I think that I’m an alcoholic. The only thing I ask for is support. So far, that hasn’t been an issue.

Maya Angelou once said “You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, and how you can still come out of it.”

Bethany Hamilton is a surfer. A good surfer. A shark bit her arm off and she felt defeated, but she didn’t give up. She learned how to surf with one arm because she didn’t give up.

Ok so what, I stumbled. The point is I’m getting back up, I’m trying again, and I came out of it. I can look forward, I can move forward, I can look back and realize what got me here as long as I don’t dwell on the past. I’m not giving up.

Not every day is going to be as great as today, but all I have to worry about right now is today.

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