The Gifts of Recovery
In May 2002, I was separated from my wife of 17 years because of my addiction to pornography. We had two children: a 13-year-old daughter and a 15-year-old son. A professional counselor told them about my addiction.
In May 2002, I was separated from my wife of 17 years because of my addiction to pornography. We had two children: a 13-year-old daughter and a 15-year-old son. A professional counselor told them about my addiction.
A member of our group (I’ll call him Billy) has been incarcerated for several years due to his sexaholism. He has developed a beautiful spirit while in prison, and shares with us regularly by mail. In a recent letter he said, “Doing time is not that bad if you focus on building a relationship with God and not get caught up in the junk that goes on here. It’s only by God’s grace that I’ve been able to get through this.”
I’m an SA member living in Sudbury, Ontario (Canada). Here in Sudbury, we have a large group of SA members who meet every Monday and Friday. One day I wrote a poem, expressing my gratitude for the members of my group. Long after I wrote it, an SA friend told me the poem had blessed her.
I’ve been a member of an SA group in Albuquerque for the last two years. I have also been in therapy for three years. I have had my addiction since I was a teenager, manifesting itself in several types of pornography, then moving into prostitution and more recently adult theatres and Internet pornography.
Writing from your heart the vision splendid, Endowing SAs hence to know God’s power, Let love for fellow members be unended, Let the healing Twelve flourish and flower.
“Pick up trash,” one guy glared. “Donate to a shelter,” the old-timer shared.
My fears cause me to make things bigger Than they are
Little did I know
Yielding to lust warped my mind tainted my vision tore my heart bent my soul.
I left the ways of the old life behind. Now I ride with the gulls in the stream, Among the wayward sirens singing. To whom do you prefer to turn?