Personal Narrative: All-American Family
Smith. Session 1 Journal.
In the month of May, 2008, the term rock-bottom took on an entirely different meaning for me in my life.
Even though it's been eight years, I can recall every detail about that day just like it happened yesterday.
My family was known around the community as what some would call an,” All-American Family”. I had been married 13 years with three wonderful sons. We always did community activities and participated in church events. For my entire life, I was searching for a purpose greater than myself. And the issue of that I didn't, started when I was a young child. I came from a dysfunctional home and the word, “love”, and the action that went along with it, just did not line up the way it did in other children's homes. …show more content…
I did not drink at this time in my life, nor did I do recreational drugs. My activities of daily living became more challenging due to my injuries. I coped with single pain pills, but it later turned into a full-blown pill addiction over a period of 10 years. I tried to justify what I was doing by believing the fact that the pills came from a doctor made everything okay. The pills that I took to get out of bed soon became my solution for every emotion that I had. I had excepted Christ, but he was just not real to me at this time in my life. Honestly, I would be lying to say that that was my only struggle. But by then, due to my addiction, I was also struggling with every kind of sin you could imagine.
My neighbor, who I was very good friends with from across the street, called my phone. I was not home.
He asked me if I was moving. I quickly said,” No, we are not moving”, and he said,” Rick there are trucks at your house and they're loading up”. My boy’s mom said that she had no choice but to take the children and leave my life in the hands of God. When word began to spread of that, a pastor friend of mine said,” Rick, you need to hit rock bottom”, and I laughed as I said, “Do you not think my wife
In the month of May, 2008, the term rock-bottom took on an entirely different meaning for me in my life.
Even though it's been eight years, I can recall every detail about that day just like it happened yesterday.
My family was known around the community as what some would call an,” All-American Family”. I had been married 13 years with three wonderful sons. We always did community activities and participated in church events. For my entire life, I was searching for a purpose greater than myself. And the issue of that I didn't, started when I was a young child. I came from a dysfunctional home and the word, “love”, and the action that went along with it, just did not line up the way it did in other children's homes. …show more content…
I did not drink at this time in my life, nor did I do recreational drugs. My activities of daily living became more challenging due to my injuries. I coped with single pain pills, but it later turned into a full-blown pill addiction over a period of 10 years. I tried to justify what I was doing by believing the fact that the pills came from a doctor made everything okay. The pills that I took to get out of bed soon became my solution for every emotion that I had. I had excepted Christ, but he was just not real to me at this time in my life. Honestly, I would be lying to say that that was my only struggle. But by then, due to my addiction, I was also struggling with every kind of sin you could imagine.
My neighbor, who I was very good friends with from across the street, called my phone. I was not home.
He asked me if I was moving. I quickly said,” No, we are not moving”, and he said,” Rick there are trucks at your house and they're loading up”. My boy’s mom said that she had no choice but to take the children and leave my life in the hands of God. When word began to spread of that, a pastor friend of mine said,” Rick, you need to hit rock bottom”, and I laughed as I said, “Do you not think my wife