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I didn’t love who I saw in the mirror, I didn’t know who she was or how she had gotten to this point.

She was a stranger; and yet she was me.

But now, instead of looking in the mirror and seeing failure and not recognizing who I am, I see hope and value who I am.

365 days ago I started putting tick marks on my mirror to mark my days of sobriety.

Today I celebrate one year of sobriety.

I celebrate one year of growth.

I celebrate the relationships I have formed and the community I have been blessed with.

I celebrate each one of you who has walked this journey with me, inside and outside of the program.

I celebrate the freedom I have been given through my renewed relationship with God and myself.

I am still a work in progress, but there is one thing I know for sure:

I was created for a purpose.

The vast majority of the purpose is to love and be loved by those around me.

To value people.

To show them they are important.

To show them they have a story that is meant to be lived out, not to be given up on.

To love my family.

To love my friends.

To love strangers I meet in the Starbucks line.

To simply be myself and to love who I am the way I was created.

 

Peace

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help and hope

On March 28, 2015 I went to my first meeting. I knew I had a problem, but I had no idea what to do about it. Acting on the advice of my counselor I walked into my first Celebrate Recovery meeting at a local church. I was welcomed by the sweetest people and felt the warmth in the atmosphere with my first step through the door. That night I signed up to start the 12-Step program. With that choice, my road to recovery began.

A few months into my recovery I had gone through withdraw, a bout of depression, and a relapse. I still stuck with the program. The following May a book came out. It was called If You Feel Too Much by Jamie Tworkowski.

To Write Love on Her Arms was something I had heard about in when I got to college. It was all the rage when they made their tour through the nation called “Heavy and Light”. My friend had introduced me to it and I liked what they had to say. I was going through a depressing time and I liked the idea of there being hope at the end of my tunnel.

When I saw If You Feel Too Much on the shelves of Barnes and Nobel Jamie’s name looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. As soon as I opened up the book I knew why. He is the founder of To Write Love. I picked up the book, bought it, and read the whole thing in one night.

He understood the hardship of dealing with depression. He knew how hard it was to confront a parent you had resented. He knew what it was like to go through an excruciating heartbreak. He understood why Valentines Day sucks sometimes. Through all of my recovery I had not picked up a book I could relate to more. He knew what it was like to feel too much.

The next day I woke up and spent the entire day on the To Write Love on Her Arms website. I ordered t-shirts. I read blogs. I tried to figure out how I could be a part of this movement.

I knew I wasn’t alone in my recovery and in my struggles, but the stories I saw and the poetry I read put faces to the struggle. I related to them. I felt their pain, and I was encouraged by their hope.

To say this movement helped me would not even come close to doing it justice. I don’t have the words to thank them enough. I have found a community where I feel my most true self. I may have never met them face-to-face, but we have a common link. We understand that we are broken. We understand we need help. Most importantly we use our brokenness to help others.

That is why I am supporting this movement.This is why I champion this movement. I ask that you check them out. I ask that you help me, help others.

April 16, 2015 is the day I will be exactly 11 months sober.  It also happens to be the day I am running in their annual 5K and I need your help! Any donation is helping others find the hope and help we all need. All you have to do is follow the link posted below! If you can’t donate, help spread the word!

With all of the brokenness in the world, we all need a little hope. Hope is real in this movement. I found it when I thought there was none. Help someone else find it too.

Peace

To Learn more about TWLOHA: https://twloha.com/learn/

Fundraising Page: https://www.classy.org/fundraise?fcid=623830

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questions

Recently I was (once again) asked the question,

“How do you do it? How are you gay and a christian when there are so many out there that say you are going to hell because of the way you live your life?”

As I have said before, I grew up in the church. I spent every Sunday morning sitting with my friends, falling in love with the music and with Jesus. Every Sunday night I was in the children’s choir. I spent Wednesday nights in Awana learning Bible verses and getting patches for growing in my relationship with God. I walked down the aisle at the age of 7 and asked Jesus into my heart. I entered the youth group and went on every retreat possible, sometimes four or five a year.

In my teenage years I questioned it all and sought the answers to the meaning of life and how I could have feelings for women when all I had ever been taught was “homosexuality is a sin”. This is where I started to really evaluate my relationship with Christ.

I analyzed why I loved Him, why I behaved the way I did, and what core values I had in my life. I came up with one simple answer:

Love.

It all comes down to love in my eyes. I love Jesus and I try to love those around me. Regardless of where I have been in my life emotionally I know and whole heartedly believe in Love. I believe that we are supposed to love everyone. Through that I believe I show people I genuinely care and that is showing them Christ, because that is what He did. He didn’t come to Earth and just hang out with the “holy” people. He ate with the lepers, the tax collectors, the prostitutes, and everyone who was considered unclean. That is who I strive to be like. I want to be a person who loves those people and shows them they are worthy of being loved and tell them they matter.

“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciple, if you have love for one another.”

John 13:34-35

So in my eyes whether or not who I chose to spend the rest of my life with is a sin or not is not what I focus on. I focus on loving that person. I focus on showing the love of Christ in my life. I know that when I die I have Christ in my heart and will spend eternity with Him in heaven. I focus on behaving in a way that is encouraging to those around me, not in a way that will tear them down. I focus on the fact that I am precious in the eyes of God.

Now this is not the way all christians feel and that is where we get this question. Some do believe that the way I live my life is abhorrent and wrong. That is their right and I do not hold any ill will against them. There are people in my family that feel this way, but I love them no less. Does it make life hard sometimes? Yes, but life isn’t easy, I have many testaments to that outside of being gay. We roll with the lives we have been given. There is a reason for everything and in everything we do there is purpose.

“There is nothing I can do that would make God love me more, and nothing I have done that makes God love me less.”

J.D. Greear

Peace

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wonder

I was at a conference recently, and I honestly went for two reasons:

  1. My favorite speaker, Brené Brown, was going to be there.
  2. I was getting class credit for going, which you just cant pass up!

The conference was called Catalyst and was essentially a three day leadership conference. I had heard about it but really didn’t know what to expect.

I walk up into a group of roughly 8,000 people waiting for the madness to ensue and to get into the arena. As I wait for a my friends to arrive I notice there are tall white boxes spread around the courtyard. The word “Wonder” is stenciled on the outside. I look around to see some folks playing conrhole. Then I see tables full of adults tediously picking out the colors they wish to use to fill in the the shapes on the coloring book pages in front of them. I turn to my right to see two grown men twirling sticks with ropes attached, the rope’s middle filled with soapy water to create one of the largest bubbles I have ever seen. Lastly I turn to see one of my greatest loves, a grassy area filled with hammocks.

This place was astounding. I whole heartedly believe heaven will look something like this.

My friends arrive and we finally make it inside to see big screens lit up with the theme of the conference this year: Awakening the Wonder. It clicked.

Over the next three days I would come to see that I had lost my simple childlike wonder.

I wanted it back.

In the past few months I have found myself so focused on maintaining my recovery that I was slowly losing my creativity, my writing, and my passions in life. I was trying to simply stay inside the rules I had set for myself just so I could add another day to my sobriety. There was just something not right about it. I am aware that everyone recovers differently and my story is not going to read like other recovering addicts, but the way I was handling did not feel right to me.

The point of recovery is not to just have a set of rules to check off at the end of the day. Yes, those rules are important and vital to the recovery process, but they are not the end game. The end gam his to discover yourself. Once you have stepped out of the denial that has held you captive for so long you get a clean slat essentially. A clean slate to figure out who you are, who you want to be, and rediscover the wonder that was in you at such a young age. So needless to say this three day wonder awakening could not have come at a better time.

So back to the conference. Durning the lunch and dinner break we walked around to the tall white boxes to see what wonder they held. Box one had a pile of Legos and the walls of the box were the platforms so that you could build from any angle!

After visiting a few more we came across one that you could get inside. I opened the door. The walls were black, and just a bench was inside. Looking at each other with pretty confusing looks I was the brave one to go in first. With one of those mischievous smiles my friend Wazzy shut the door behind me.

It was dark.

They must have put soundproofing material in the walls because the outside was but a dull roar with all of the commotion.

Then I hear the point of this box.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

It is a heart beat.

I am sitting in a dark box with ruckus going on outside and all I hear is a heart.

Silence with a heart beat.

For the first time in a while I was quiet. My mind was still. There was peace in my life.

It couldn’t have been longer than thirty seconds, but it’s all I needed. I needed to do nothing and sit. Sit and be present with myself and no one else. Not with my recovery, not with my schooling, not with the worries of the future, but with me myself and I.

Wazzy decided to ruin my moment and open the door, wondering what was so special about the box. They all try it and we go on about our day, but that moment stuck with me. It reminded me that it is okay to slow down and take a breath, in fact it is necessary.

The following days were nothing short of inspirational. The speakers reminded us to take time to ourselves and rediscover what inspired us in the first place and how we can use our inspiration and wonder to inspire those around us.I have to remember why I am here and what got me here.

My story may not be beautiful by the world’s standards. But it is beautiful. Broken and beautiful, just like others around me. That is what has become my passion. I want the wonder of hope and grace to be seen by others, and if I can be a vessel for that, then I’d say I am fulfilling my purpose.

Peace

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love

Yesterday I go my first tattoo and I could not be more stoked.

After long deliberation and having friends write it different ways for me, I picked the writting I liked the most and just bit the bullet.

Some people may say that getting “Love” tattooed on your arm is cliché or so “basic”. Well here is why I chose to write love on my arm.

Love is more than an emotion. It is more than telling someone you love them before leaving or hanging up the phone.

Love is and action and a choice.

Love is the foundation of everything that I believe in.

I have lived the majority of my 23 years believing that I was not worthy of love and that I had no love to offer. I could only offer a sarcastic comment in order to cover up my insecurities. I grew up not understanding what it really meant to love. My father always provided for the family financially and otherwise, but was emotionally distant. My mom tried to over-compensate by being a people pleaser and make us all happy, but that isn’t the definition of love either.

With this upbringing it was very easy to develop a hardened heart, and that is exactly what happened.  Through my teenage years I rebelled like most kids and stopped talking to my parents and just gave the cool kid head nod saying “What’s up” when I walked through the door on my way to my room. With that rebellion also came a bout of depression that led to thoughts of suicide and ultimately a sex addiction. I came out of that depression by the grace of God and those around me and am still working on the addiction part, but taking it one day at a time in my recovery.

For the first time in my life, at the age of 18 I realized what it was to be loved.

I had a friend I thought I was going to loose. I thought, like so many time before, I had messed up beyond repair, and they would just walk out on me. But she didn’t.

It clicked. People had been loving me all along, I just didn’t see it because I was too busy trying to shut them out. Once I started letting people into my story, my whole world changed. I started being honest with myself and a handful of people around me. Slowly but surely I started letting people into my life. I let them love me and show me they loved me and I did my best to do so in return.

Over the past five years I have made it my mission to show love in any possible way to those around me. Simply because if there is one thing I have learned it is this:

I was created for a purpose. The vast majority of that purpose is to love and be loved by those around me.

To value people.

To show them they are important.

To show them they have a story that is meant to be lived out.

To live my life authentically so that I can be living proof to others that it does get better.

To love my family.

To love my friends.

To love strangers I meet in the Starbucks line.

To simply be myself and love who I am.

Don’t get me wrong, I have stumbled a lot along the way. I am still stumbling today. I am a much healthier me though. I am recovering day by day. The biggest change in me is that I choose to live with love in my heart and in my actions. I still throw in the occasional sarcastic comment here and there, but it’s not all I do now. I choose to live love and speak love.

This is why love is written on my arm.

Side Note: I grew up in Germany and hold that beautiful place near to my heart, which is why the language I chose is German.

Peace

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everything (pt.2)

clean

but it’s never that easy

my body craves what it misses

constantly tense

constantly gripped with fear

fear of slipping

fear of not being strong enough

fear of no control

everyday is a battle

i long for the night when i lay down my head and my brain can stop

stop thinking of temptation

stop thinking of the past

stop my imagination from creating things i know won’t last

but then there are moments

these simple moments

this tiny glimpse of truth

brief

but that’s all i need

the truth

the truth that set me free

one cross that’s all it took

one Man who took it all

one love that stands tall

for the broken

for the oppressed

for the eighty year old

and for the child who is fatherless

He stopped the lies that say

i’m not good enough

i can do this on my own

i don’t need God

i can fight this alone

but the shame consumes me still

until

i remember His last breath

“It Is Finished”

and with that He paid my debt

so how can i believe the lies

that i’m not good enough

that i have to be afraid to live

i wasn’t created to fear life

but to embrace the hope

that one day i might

tear down the walls and choose to fight

fight with the Man who arrested my death

to bring the hope to those who are just like me

the scarred, the weary, the broken and ashamed

to bring the good news

that Jesus changed…

Everything.

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everything (pt. 1)

darkness surrounds me

i’m in a hole

i can’t see the light, i can’t feel the warmth

there’s nothing but shadows consuming my thoughts

when can i get it next?

when will it be enough?

i look down, barely able to see my hands shaking

will it ever be enough?

i sit. my body aches. my mind is blank.

when did it get this bad?

when did i get this bad?

i sit. my heart races. my mind runs from thoughts i have not faced.

how did i get here?

how could i be so selfish?

look at me now:

no family

no friends

no life

nothing but shadows that lurk, waiting for me to try and fight

those are my only friends

those are my only thoughts

that is what consumes me

i look up and cry out in a kind of fury that only shadows can light

why me?

why now?

where did you go?

why did you leave me alone?

i’m shaking

cold

empty

and angry

so angry

fire runs through my body and i jump up

arms out wide, i scream

my veins raised, my blood boiling in rage

my throat tightens as the last bit of breath leaves me

i collapse

in tears

tears that have been there for years but have never reached the surface

i’m done

done fighting

done trying to be what i’m not

done lying

done waiting to get caught.

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grab a bat…

It has been a rough two weeks.

You know that feeling when you have so much tension, anger, and just intensity built up inside that you have to get it out? The way I handle this is by going to the batting cage. That is my happy place.

You stand there in anticipation of the ball coming and when it shoots out straight at you the tension builds up even more for a second and then the metal bat hits that ball and it is like that tension flies with it. The anger and anxiety flies toward the back net and it is the ultimate relief. This may sound crazy, but its the way I deal with it, and it’s where I have been for many days the past few weeks.

I haven’t written because I didn’t know what to write. My thoughts wouldn’t form in ways that would make sense. Now I am sitting on a plane headed for a family wedding and am forced to turn off the world, sit, and reflect.

The past two weeks have come with hurts, confusion, and anger.

Hurts from those who I thought would not judge no matter what I told them.

Confusion about who I am and who I want to be outside of my addiction.

Anger…

Anger…

At God mostly. I think at one point or another in our lives we ask the question, “Why Me?”. I ask this because I have trouble understanding why certain things in my life play out the way they do.

Why did I turn out the way I did?

Why is there no one in my life who truly understands?

Why is this my struggle?

Why am I the one who became the addict?

I struggle with what the plan is. If I have this great future that is limitless, like friends and family tell me, why do I have things that I think are going to hold me back?

I struggle with seeing the light sometimes. I have people in my life who are constantly encouraging me and saying they “see something in me”. They tell me I have the potential to change things and to make a difference. I don’t say this to elevate myself because honestly when they say those things I am thinking:

Why can’t I see that?

Why can’t I see what is ahead and what I have to offer?

Who is going to listen to a 23 year old addict?

So with these thoughts and not seeing the future comes the anger. Anger and self-doubt, because I don’t see how my story is going to make a difference. I don’t see how I can do any good when I am this broken…

But that’s it. I’m broken. Everyone is broken. With my brokenness there is a story. Someone else in this world is living with the pain, confusion, and depression that I was and have been living through for the past five years. The difference is that I have found some semblance of hope. I have found that I am worth something. I may be broken, but there is no such thing as a person who is not.

This is why we have community. This is why I have those people in my life who encourage me in everything I do, even on my darkest days. I turn to them in times of need and just let my feeling come out instead of bottling them up or acting out in my addiction like I used to. That’s what I have to do. I have had to find healthy ways to get my feelings out. I have to talk to people, whether that be my sponsor, my support group,  my best friend, my therapist, or even my mom sometimes. I have to have an outlet because regardless of if you are just starting or if you have been clean for 10 years, we all still struggle. We all still get anxious and angry.

So next time you do, grab a helmet and join me. Grab a set of clubs and go to the driving range. Grab some gloves and take it out on a punching bag. But also pick up your phone and tell someone how you are really feeling. Don’t bear the burden alone, we were created to help one another and love one another.

You are made for great things just like I am.

Believe it.

 

 

Peace

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I Will See You Tomorrow

I have been racking my brain about what to write today seeing as it is a very important day, World Suicide Prevention Day. I am a big fan of the To Write Love Her Arms Campaign: We’ll See You Tomorrow, and all of the people it is reaching.

I thought I could share my own story of how, when I was young, I thought of committing suicide almost every day for about a year. Then it hit me that, while my story is important and very much can help others as I write it, this day is not about me.

This day is about those who are struggling right this second. Those who are thinking there is no hope for tomorrow. Those who dread the night because that is when the thoughts are at their worst. Those who are thinking no one would even noticed if they were to leave this world. Those who think there is no way there is a light at the end of this tunnel I am in.

I am here to tell you that it does indeed get better. You may be tired of hearing that, but you have no idea how true it is. I am living proof that it does and so are members of my family. The pain of what you are going through right now may seem unbearable. The darkness surrounding you may make it seem like there is not light in the world anymore. However, you can and will make it through this unbearably dark time.

The best part is that you don’t have to do it alone. There are people going through the exact same thing you are. Believe it or not there are people who have made it through something similar to what you may be going through.

There is always hope. As long as we hold on to that hope it gives us strength to fight another day.

As hard as it is to believe sometimes there are people out there who care about you.

Who want to see you thrive in the life that has been given to you.

Who want to see what an inspiration you are going to be.

Who want to see you tomorrow.

 

 

 

Peace

 

If you are hurting in any way please reach out. There are people out there who would love to talk to you!

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1.800.273.TALK (273-8255)

Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network (RAINN)

1.800.656.HOPE (656-4673)

The Trevor Project

1.866.4.U.TREVOR (488-7386)

National Child Abuse Hotline

1.800.4.A.CHILD (422-4453)

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