Learning to speak Blogeese?

I have been putting off starting a blog for a while, and find that it just can NOT wait any longer to delve into the blog community. My goal is to have people post about their needs, and have others come to a place where they can help meet the needs of total strangers. Kind of like a Pay It Forward- type thing. I will start off with my journey and welcome you to share yours with me if you feel inclined. So without further ado..

My journey towards Christ is like many others. I was blessed to be around wonderful Christian friends. I didnt go to church with them on a weekly basis, but was around them enough to know that they ' had something' I wanted. A Peace, A calmness that pervaded the way they talked to others, the way they dealt with stress, and the way they lived their lives.
I was someone who got along with everyone. I had friends from all social circles in high school, as well as college and beyond. Yet I was always drawn more to both sides of the spectrum. My book ends were the people I wanted to be, and the people I had become.
To be more specific- Christians, and Addicts.
Can the two coincide, within one person- You betcha!
I had been living the life of an addict since my early high school years. My days were filled with a body image struggle, that led to a 15 year struggle with Bulimia, a dance with Anorexia and a Massive love affair with the Alcoholism. One addiction faded into another, and at times they fought for my affection like a room full of puppies at the pound.

A day in the life of an addict is horrific or glorious. Black or White. Very Good or Very Bad. A good day would mean that I was able to work out for 3 hours straight and not eat anything for 3 days prior. A good day would mean I coasted thru my day in a wine filled haze, and made it home safely without loosing my car, my keys, my wallet, my life. I bad day would normally mean that A friend tried again to stop me from going to the bar in between my classes, or offer to take me out for lunch, or beg and plead with me to eat something and keep it down.

I became a Master of Boundary setting. I let people in , or shut them out like a revolving door, yet there were few that kept coming back for more. They didnt understand addiction, and Im greatfull for that. Yet they showed me Love and compassion and at times tough Love. They loved me despite my gaping wounds, despite my path of self destruction.

I had a few willing participants in my walk on the wild side. Addicts like to stick together. but we are more than happy to travel down a dark alley alone if we have to. Its funny to me on how my life has changed. I finally had enough, and God started to pull back the layers, and dust me off in ways I fought against at first. I do believe that God can heal instantly. I dont feel I was one of those cases. I think that the walk back to myself had to be done in order for me to know what is at stake with my sobriety.

More to come....