almostXbrooklyn
06-02-2008, 02:13 AM
I used to be on here as soccerchick518 but i haven't had access to a computer. so some of you may know my testimony but apparently it's a powerful one. I wish I could say I lived every day for Jesus, but this isn't the case.
I was never raised in a Christian home. My parents brought me and my siblings to church, but thats as far as it went..My father was an alcoholic, which I didn't really end up realizing until I got a little older. He went to rehab like 4 times or something, which I also didn't know until I got older. My parents got divorced the summer before I started my 8th grade year and I was forced to move with my mother and start over. I hated it, but I managed to make one friend--the neighbor boy who eventually ended up sexually harrassing me. I was able to push him into a table and run faster than I ever have in my life. This ended our friendship, and he was not a good person. He would get his bb gun and shoot into our yard, aiming for me and my siblings (he had bad aim though!)
We only lived in that house for about 3 months before we moved to Mankato, Minnesota, because it was closer to my dad, and my mom had another new job there. Moving to Mankato just sent me spiraling downwards. The summer after my 8th grade year is when many of my firsts happened, I snuck out, tried pot, got drunk, and that was the beginning of the addictions that would take over my life. I thought smoking pot was good for me, because prior to that I never ate. Not that I wasn't hungry, because I definately was, but I just didn't like eating. I was sickly skinny, 16 and only 100 pounds if that, and I feared getting any fatter. I would go days without eating, and I eventually got so sick that I couldn't move. Smoking pot helped me eat and I wasn't sick nearly as much... The curiousity to try smoking pot grew into smoking multiple times a day and creating a curiousity to try other drugs... I was getting bored of pot, and drinking had became a daily thing as well... I was never sober. I tried a few other drugs including cocaine, ecstasy, LSD, mushrooms, and numerous prescription pills. Basically I'd take whatever I could get my hands on.
It got so bad that one night I didn't have any drugs to do so I took literally over 70 vitamins to see what would happen, and another night took 30 some odd ibuprofen. I knew it was probably bad for me, but I didn't really care about my body or health or anything really.
By the time I was 17 I had 4 drug charges on my juvenile record.. I was on probation and broke probation rules or whatever it's called too many times to count. When I went to court, the judge knew I had a problem and made me cry because I had that many charges already. Plus I had one for driving without a license. I got off reallly lucky with that one though because I was extremely high and the cop knew we had drugs in the car but didn't search it and let everyone off easily, just the car got impounded.
I still went to church, but for reasons that I totally shouldn't have. That was where I met my drug dealer, where I tried cocaine, and when I went to bible camp, I actually found people who wanted to buy weed from me.
That year at bible camp, I met a girl who became my role model. She was a youth pastor at another church that I ended up talking to for over an hour one night after the chapel. I knew that giving my life to God was something I needed to do but I didn't want to, especially since I knew when I went back home I'd go back to my old life no doubt about it. I didn't want it to be just giving my life to god for a week, and I thought hey I'm doing just fine without God so whatever!
Just a month later I overdosed on oxycodone(idk how to spell it dang!) and got extremely sick. I was throwing up for several days and could hardly move. I didn't tell my mother or anyone why I was so sick though, and nobody knew. I got lucky though, and was better after a while.
Then I went to youth convention, and nothing really changed there... But we got back on about the 22nd of October. On October 26th, 2007 that was the last day I did drugs. I gave my life to God on October 31st (Halloween!) 2007.
Next year I plan on attending North Central University in Minneapolis. It is a Christian college and I plan on double majoring in chemical dependency counseling and youth ministries. I prayed a lot about what to do because I was scared of doing what I wanted (which was being a choir teacher and I still want to be that!) and doing what God wanted. I never in a million years would have thought I'd go to college to be a chemical dependency counselor, but I guess I'd probably be pretty good at it. And youth ministries too... I used to hate pastors... now I'm going to college to be a youth pastor... it's insane.
I'm so glad that God changed my life and turned it around completely. I'd be nowhere without him.
I was never raised in a Christian home. My parents brought me and my siblings to church, but thats as far as it went..My father was an alcoholic, which I didn't really end up realizing until I got a little older. He went to rehab like 4 times or something, which I also didn't know until I got older. My parents got divorced the summer before I started my 8th grade year and I was forced to move with my mother and start over. I hated it, but I managed to make one friend--the neighbor boy who eventually ended up sexually harrassing me. I was able to push him into a table and run faster than I ever have in my life. This ended our friendship, and he was not a good person. He would get his bb gun and shoot into our yard, aiming for me and my siblings (he had bad aim though!)
We only lived in that house for about 3 months before we moved to Mankato, Minnesota, because it was closer to my dad, and my mom had another new job there. Moving to Mankato just sent me spiraling downwards. The summer after my 8th grade year is when many of my firsts happened, I snuck out, tried pot, got drunk, and that was the beginning of the addictions that would take over my life. I thought smoking pot was good for me, because prior to that I never ate. Not that I wasn't hungry, because I definately was, but I just didn't like eating. I was sickly skinny, 16 and only 100 pounds if that, and I feared getting any fatter. I would go days without eating, and I eventually got so sick that I couldn't move. Smoking pot helped me eat and I wasn't sick nearly as much... The curiousity to try smoking pot grew into smoking multiple times a day and creating a curiousity to try other drugs... I was getting bored of pot, and drinking had became a daily thing as well... I was never sober. I tried a few other drugs including cocaine, ecstasy, LSD, mushrooms, and numerous prescription pills. Basically I'd take whatever I could get my hands on.
It got so bad that one night I didn't have any drugs to do so I took literally over 70 vitamins to see what would happen, and another night took 30 some odd ibuprofen. I knew it was probably bad for me, but I didn't really care about my body or health or anything really.
By the time I was 17 I had 4 drug charges on my juvenile record.. I was on probation and broke probation rules or whatever it's called too many times to count. When I went to court, the judge knew I had a problem and made me cry because I had that many charges already. Plus I had one for driving without a license. I got off reallly lucky with that one though because I was extremely high and the cop knew we had drugs in the car but didn't search it and let everyone off easily, just the car got impounded.
I still went to church, but for reasons that I totally shouldn't have. That was where I met my drug dealer, where I tried cocaine, and when I went to bible camp, I actually found people who wanted to buy weed from me.
That year at bible camp, I met a girl who became my role model. She was a youth pastor at another church that I ended up talking to for over an hour one night after the chapel. I knew that giving my life to God was something I needed to do but I didn't want to, especially since I knew when I went back home I'd go back to my old life no doubt about it. I didn't want it to be just giving my life to god for a week, and I thought hey I'm doing just fine without God so whatever!
Just a month later I overdosed on oxycodone(idk how to spell it dang!) and got extremely sick. I was throwing up for several days and could hardly move. I didn't tell my mother or anyone why I was so sick though, and nobody knew. I got lucky though, and was better after a while.
Then I went to youth convention, and nothing really changed there... But we got back on about the 22nd of October. On October 26th, 2007 that was the last day I did drugs. I gave my life to God on October 31st (Halloween!) 2007.
Next year I plan on attending North Central University in Minneapolis. It is a Christian college and I plan on double majoring in chemical dependency counseling and youth ministries. I prayed a lot about what to do because I was scared of doing what I wanted (which was being a choir teacher and I still want to be that!) and doing what God wanted. I never in a million years would have thought I'd go to college to be a chemical dependency counselor, but I guess I'd probably be pretty good at it. And youth ministries too... I used to hate pastors... now I'm going to college to be a youth pastor... it's insane.
I'm so glad that God changed my life and turned it around completely. I'd be nowhere without him.