I never meant to make a home in the relapse.
It started as a lie I told myself in the mirror—
just one time, just to take the edge off.
Next thing I knew, it was sirens.
The chest-crushing, freezing weight of an overdose.
You don't see your life flash before your eyes;
you just feel the terrifying silence of almost leaving four kids behind.
I was hollowed out on the floor.
And that’s exactly where God found me.
He didn’t use lightning or thunder.
Just a quiet, heavy grip on my soul that said: Get up. We aren't done yet.
Getting clean wasn't some instant magic trick.
It’s the daily grind.
It’s logging into IOP video screens, the shared kitchen in the sober living house,
and the hard, bone-deep work of facing the morning unmedicated.
It’s earning the butterfly ink on my skin, date by date, milestone by milestone.
It’s sitting here with a clear head,
studying the books so I can eventually pull someone else out of the exact same dirt I was buried in.
The chemical had my veins, but God took my heart.
If you’re swiping through this app right now and your hands are shaking,
stay. Just stay through the next minute.
There is air up here. And it breathes like freedom
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The chemical had my veins, but god took my heart. How prophetic and here lies the naked transparent truth.\n Yet, hopefully, people will learn. Quote, there is air up here., and it breathes like freedom!!!! Wonderfully thought out and written thank you so much for sharing. I love to write myself.\nI will enjoy your next posts. 
love Lauren marston