Article March 15, 2004 Issue

Piercing the drug cloud

Name withheld

I smoked marijuana daily. If you'd asked me at the time, I would have told you it didn't impair my reasoning or physical capabilities. I might even have said it helped me to concentrate. I certainly thought it bolstered my spirit in the face of an abusive marriage and chronic depression.

But drug use could neither save my marriage nor lift the cloud of depression that encircled me. It was just a temporary escape. I should have known that simply altering the chemistry of my body wouldn't do much to change my life. But I didn't. I continued to sink into depression.

What saved me was an idea that penetrated the murkiness and brought me hope, a hope that answers actually existed and that I could find them. I hadn't turned to God consciously, but God's light still came and liberated me.

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