{"id":3305,"date":"2025-05-23T15:19:35","date_gmt":"2025-05-23T15:19:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3305"},"modified":"2025-05-23T15:19:37","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T15:19:37","slug":"i-almost-lost-everything-to-alcohol-until-god-stepped-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/i-almost-lost-everything-to-alcohol-until-god-stepped-in\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I Almost Lost Everything to Alcohol \u2014 Until God Stepped In&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>There was a time I couldn\u2019t stop.<br>I told myself \u201cjust one last drop.\u201d<br>But one turned into two, then more,<br>And soon I couldn\u2019t find the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At first, I drank to ease the pain,<br>To feel some joy, to stop the rain.<br>But after a while, I couldn\u2019t lie,<br>The drink became my reason why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It took my time, it stole my peace,<br>It made the good in me decrease.<br>I lost my way, I lost some friends,<br>I broke some hearts I couldn\u2019t mend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But then one day, I had enough.<br>Life had become too dark, too rough.<br>So I looked up and said a prayer,<br>And slowly, I found strength somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>First, I had to tell the truth,<br>That I\u2019d been drinking since my youth.<br>Then I took it one step at a time,<br>One less bottle, one less lie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yes, it was hard I won\u2019t pretend,<br>But healing comes, it just depends<br>On faith, support, and holding tight<br>To better choices, day and night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Some days I cried, some nights I shook,<br>But I kept going, didn\u2019t look<br>Back at the person I once was,<br>Because I knew I had a cause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then slowly, I began to change.<br>My thinking cleared, my heart felt strange.<br>The shame I carried lost its weight,<br>And I found hope it wasn\u2019t late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I smiled again, I laughed out loud,<br>I stood up straighter, felt more proud.<br>And now I speak with truth and grace:<br>There is a way out of that place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So if you\u2019re struggling, hear me now,<br>It can get better, I\u2019ll show you how.<br>Start with one step, take one day,<br>And ask for help don\u2019t look away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because you\u2019re not weak, and you\u2019re not lost.<br>Freedom is real, but it has a cost.<br>It takes some time, it takes some tears,<br>But it replaces all those years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now I am free, 100 days and more,<br>And I don\u2019t want that drink no more.<br>I remember who I\u2019m meant to be,<br>Clean, at peace, and truly me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>God was with me all the while,<br>Through every fall, through every trial.<br>And now I walk, strong and free,<br>If He did it for me, He can for thee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/youre-not-lonely-because-youre-unworthy-youre-just-real\/\">You\u2019re Not Hard to Love\u2014They Just Didn\u2019t Know How poem<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/1AarixL8tj\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/1AarixL8tj<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"Dear nursery schoolteacher, spoken word by walking shadow poetry\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lDS8lZwHCKQ?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a time I couldn\u2019t stop.I told myself \u201cjust one last drop.\u201dBut one turned into two, then more,And soon I couldn\u2019t find the door. 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