Laz, you are a voice of reason in this sad thread. Yes, Whitney messed up by marrying Brown, but once she allowed herself to be seduced into his evil lifestyle of drugs, her life was not her own. It really surprises me when even Christians fall into the trap of drug abuse. (I’m probably naive in this way, I know.)
Thanks for your kind words. It's my joy to share my story, since sometimes people reach out to me -- and then I can share my experience, strength and hope.
Yes, Whitney messed up by marrying Brown, but once she allowed herself to be seduced into his evil lifestyle of drugs, her life was not her own. It really surprises me when even Christians fall into the trap of drug abuse. (I’m probably naive in this way, I know.)
Let's see if I can help you understand from my story: I was ALWAYS uncomfortable in my own skin, right from childhood, as a Christian or with any other faith I explored. Didn't matter. Laz just didn't fit ANYWHERE.
Until I drugged. Suddenly, I was okay. Suddenly, I could relate to people. So I went on using.
Then the drugs that had helped me so well, turned on me. They became my master, my life, my GOD. My entire life shrank to about one square foot on a desk, as I packed more cocaine into my system.
As Trent Reznor said in the song called Something I Can Never Have, "I'm down to just one thing, and I'm starting to scare myself....."
Once I scared myself sufficiently, I began to reach out to others for help.