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Lawrence Gatti's avatar

Today this immediately made me think of the fine friend and incredibly gifted human I lost to addiction at the tender age of 43. How he must have suffered in silence and lies, trying to fix things himself.

Kyle Hetrick's avatar

Paul, this touched something I know from recovery. There are patterns that begin in wound, become practiced in secrecy, and eventually seem to take on a force far larger than our best intentions.

I am grateful for the reminder that the pattern is not our identity. At the same time, recovery has taught me that grace holds two truths together: I am more than the thing that has mastered me, and I cannot make peace with it as though it has nothing to do with my choices.

The cry for rescue became real for me when I stopped defending the pattern and stopped making shame my name. Christ did not merely excuse the captive. He met me in the truth, called me into the light, and gave me people with whom to practice a different life.

That is slower than willpower wants. But it is real freedom.

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