By Sarah Fisher Durst
You are not your past, nor are you defined by it. But, you are responsible for learning lessons from your past. The cool thing about this is that is you can share your experiences and your lessons and help other people from making the same mistakes or assist them to see the light at the end of what can quite often look like a dark tunnel.
My name is Sarah. I’m 45 years old, married to the love of my life, and a mother of two amazing children. We live in a beautiful home in Cambridge Ontario and are blessed to have all of our needs met. My husband is a successful business owner, and I am a network marketing professional.
This all sounds great so far, but I want to go deeper. I am a former elementary school teacher. I was a server/bartender for many years. I am educated and have studied a myriad of things. I have lived and worked overseas. I have traveled many places around the world. And, I am a recovering addict. I have spent time in jail, have been on probation and can’t cross the border to the United States without a waiver from the government. This is me. This is my life.
Let me share with you how I came to be where I am today….this lovely place that is my life. Now, I won’t bore you with stories of me from elementary school, or high school. I will share with you that I began using drugs when I was in Grade 8. Just did some dabbling here and there and that progressed throughout high school and then into University. Things, in my opinion, never got out of control, but I guess you could say that I was never actually in control either. Life was happening. I never really had any solid relationships with men, nor did I have many close women friends either. I was present in my life, but at the same time, I was removed from everything. Not sure if that makes sense to you, but it does to me.
Time passed, and my life was happening. Then I met someone, a catalyst actually, and everything turned upside down. My life changed. My drug use escalated. My attitudes changed. My work suffered. My family suffered. Things were bad, very very bad. I was in situations with very scary people. I was involved with people and in situations that were frightening. And. People. Got. Hurt.
I don’t like to talk about much of my past with specifics. It is all too vivid in my head. Just know that things were bad, very very bad. I ended up in jail. I was out on house arrest. I broke that arrest. I was on the run for a couple of weeks. Crazy. Insane. Wild. And, almost ready to enter the world of escorts…but GOD saw me. GOD was watching, and he reached down and had me arrested before anything happened. I was saved, and back in jail. I broke my parents’ hearts. I hurt many people. Then I got out.
Originally posted 2016-06-12 01:09:32.