R O C K B O T T O M
February 3, 2010 was the day I hit rock bottom in life. I was an addict.
I had been in therapy for almost a decade and nothing was working. I was swinging back and forth between anorexia and bulimia, and when chaos would peak then I would drown myself in alcohol and pills. And believe it or not, I was a Christian. I kept trying to leave this life and obey God but my eating disorders had such a tight grasp around my heart and mind, a true spiritual noose around my neck. I was so deep in an abyss of sin that I couldn’t even see the light anymore. But this self-destructive lifestyle was more bearable than the thoughts in my head that I was trying to drown out, a better alternative than being present with reality.
Where was God? I felt like He was calling to me but I was so deep in the sea and so out of breath that I couldn’t reach Him.
As a last ditch effort, I checked myself into a faith-based residential treatment center far away from family and friends: Vision of Hope in Lafayette, IN. I didn’t have any hope that it would actually work, but anything had to be better than this.
After being forced to go to psychologists and psychiatrists and being put on all sorts of anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills, at the time that glorified Him the most, God broke through my sin and grabbed me out of the abyss.
My eyes finally started seeing the beauty of Jesus Christ, the beauty of the gospel, the beauty of grace — and over time this allowed a hatred of sin to begin as I stared with a thirsty soul at the beautiful Christ.
I needed a LOT of help, and for me I could not have done it without biblical counselors literally with me all day every day.