Fighting darkness with faith
I asked myself a question that most broken men avoid “Is it worth fighting for”? Not just life, but my soul, my marriage, my family and my future, the truth hit me like a bullet. Yes, it was worth it,but wanting it wasn’t enough. I had to fight for it. That fight would demand everything I had left and everything I didn’t know I still carried inside me. Rehab wasn’t just a decision; it was a declaration of war. Not against the world, but against the darkness inside me. “The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.” — Psalm 28:7 I knew stepping into rehab would be an uphill battle, the kind of battle that leaves scars not on the body, but on the soul. Detox wasn’t just about flushing poison from my body; it was about watching every lie I ever believed come to the surface; the lies that told me I was worthless, that I was too far gone and that God had given up on me. I had to confront the man I had become in addiction, the man who lied, the man who ran, the man who hurt people he loved. But that wasn’t the only face staring back at me in the mirror, behind broken eyes, there was also a boy trapped in old wounds, a child who had never healed from the violence, the fear, the frustration. The pain, the addiction, the war inside my soul it was all shaping me for something greater.
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