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I sought God today to do a healing in my heart. My past is something that I brought to Him. The memory of that time when I couldn’t stand the pain from Lisa’s betrayal and I got drunk and Natalie had happened to call me right in the middle of it. I was hysterical and remember being in my bedroom at my parents house. That was in 2004. March maybe? Or maybe it was sooner. I remember the drugs became my way to escape how badly it hurt. I think by March I’d been hospitalized in my first detox. March 2004. I haven’t revisited these thoughts in over a decade.