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			<title><![CDATA[Jesus Loves Porn Stars]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/jesuslovespornstars.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Although I know that this isn't particularly addictions related, I wanted to take a second to share this with you.&nbsp;</p>
<p>My boss, <a target="_blank" href="http://www.craiggross.com">Craig Gross</a> of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.xxxchurch.com">XXXChurch.com</a> wrote an incredible article for <a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com">CNN.com</a> yesterday.</p>
<p>People are blowing up the comments section and it even landed on the front page!</p>
<p>You can go read the full article <a target="_blank" href="http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/09/07/my-take-jesus-loves-porn-stars/?hpt=Mid">here</a>!&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 15:13:33 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[I'm taking back what belongs to me...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/imtakingbackwhatbelongstome1.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>When I think about myself and my prolonged battles with addictions, I feel such a mix of emotions:</p>
<p>*Guilt for all of the people that I have hurt, wronged and caused to worry.</p>
<p>*Shame for the things I have done in pursuit of a "fix".</p>
<p>*Intense joy for the fact that God pulled me [and continues] to pull me out of it, against all odds.</p>
<p>*Thankfulness for all of the wonderful friends and family who have rallied around me and supported me through the years...</p>
<p>But I think most of all, I still deal with a great deal of anger.... anger when I think about all of the things that my addictions have taken from me and from those around me.</p>
<p>How many things have I missed out on because I was too messed up to function?</p>
<p>How many opportunities have I passed up on because I let my food addiction/substance abuse/self-injury/depression/you-name-it dictate who I am and what I do?</p>
<p>Although I am not and angry person, and I don't think that it's healthy to maintain prolonged anger, I'm thankful for the anger because it's great fuel for me to continue on my recovery journey.</p>
<p>Everyone who is in recovery from an addiction knows that no matter how far along you are in your recovery, there are still days where is takes absolutely everything in you not to throw in the towel. I started my recovery journey in the summer of 2006 and still, 4 years later, it's a daily battle. And while I am at peace with that... I am determined to not let the battle dictate my life.</p>
<p>I'm taking back what belongs to me.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 14:04:45 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Almost 40 ... and still hurting.]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>In 19 days I will be 40.  <br /> <br /> 25 years ago I tried to kill myself, but woke up my mom and was berated on the way to the ER for not leaving a note.<br /> <br /> 22 years ago I made a true commitment to Christ.<br /> <br /> 20 years ago I was raped.  And I still blame myself for it - despite what everyone says.<br /> <br /> 6 1/2 years ago our only biological child was born-still.<br /> <br /> 6 months ago I started cutting to physically feel the pain that was tearing me up inside <br /> <br /> 4 months ago I was in intensive depression treatment. <br /> <br /> 3 months ago I purchased a 'stash' of pills to hide - just in case the pain got too bad.  <br /> <br /> 1 week ago I had to convince a sheriff's deputy I wasn't suicidal and had no plans ... while my kids were in the tub and I was trying to order pizza for dinner on the phone.  <br /> <br /> The pain hasn't gone away. The pain hasn't lessened.  Loneliness is eating away at me.  <br /> <br /> It is better to withdraw and be silent when face to face with people than to let them see the pain. the hurt. <br /> <br /> It is better to seemingly function as a mother and wife and hide the pain and fear and self-hate.  <br /> <br /> but - I dreamed I'd be almost 40 and still hurting.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 00:31:54 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Meet Christine!]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/meetchristine.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>First of all, Happy First Friday of September!!!!</p>
<p>How excited is everyone about Fall?</p>
<p>I REALLY am, especially because Las Vegas has finally started to cool down [not much, it's still above 100, but enough to make it more tolerable!]</p>
<p>I wanted to take a moment to introduce you to Christine! Christine is the fabulous counselor who answers all of your questions in the the "Ask a Counselor" section! Here is a little more about her...</p>
<p>Christine has a bachelor&rsquo;s degree in psychology and sociology and received a master&rsquo;s degree in counseling psychology from the University of Missouri-Columbia. &nbsp;She is a licensed by the State of Pennsylvania as a Licensed Professional Counselor and is a National Certified Counselor. &nbsp;Her professional memberships include the American Counseling Association, the Pennsylvania Counseling Association, and the American Association of Christian Counselors. &nbsp;She has over nine years experience working with children, adolescents, adults, couples, and families. &nbsp;Christine maintains a limited private practice in northeast Pennsylvania and especially enjoys working with adolescents and their families. &nbsp;Christine is a devoted walker, enjoys reading, and loves hanging out with her husband and son.</p>
<p>So please, give Christine a warm welcome to the site!</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 12:36:21 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[My Vision or Dream ]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/other/myvisionordream.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I am a senior at Toccoa Falls College and hear is my vision. Well during the last few weeks of summer i watched a movie called "To save a life". This movie was near and dear to my heart because I went through some of the things that the kid went through when I was younger. My heart has always been geared toward those who suffer from depression, feeling unloved, and that have suicide thoughts but I never really thought to do anything about it. After I watched that movie my heart was broken and I wanted to start a movement for those people, kind of what the kid did in the movie. Last fall, I had serious suicide thoughts- probably the most serious in my life. I felt like everything was falling a part and there was no sense of living at all. It wasn't until I started to go to counseling, talking with friends who have dealt with the same stuff, and started seeing the love and beauty of God through it all. My life finally counted and was meant for a bigger purpose than I could imagine. From seeing this movie and the events that have happened in my life, I want to make a difference and have influence on those people. I created a facebook page called MAKE YOUR LIFE COUNT. That is probably the start of it and I need some advice on where to go from here. Thanks!</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 19:22:35 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Just Who I Am.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/substancesstories/justwhoiam.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>You know, I didn't know I had a real problem until my eighth grade year. Was it normal to pull out patches of your hair at night? Was it normal to put scissors to your arm over and over again? I had a problem, I knew it. Fighting my troubling childhood memories became a daily chore. Everything would make me think of my father's drug abuse, and his affair with another woman. Plus the history of his drug abuse. The abandonment I still felt was crippling. I numbed my emotions with alcohol during my sophomore year. It was a rush that kept me "sane". The cutting became less of an issue when The Drink took over. When my boyfriend would break up with me, I'd take a shot. Bad grade on a test, drink half the bottle of vodka. Whatever it took. Eventually I began to ponder, when would I see the light? I was waiting for some kind of sign, ANYTHING to get me out of my grave i dug. I finally poured The Drink down the drain and basically said "fuck you" to that voice inside opposing the disposal of it. <br /> <br /> My battle is still being fought, and now at 16 I have found out that I can be in control. This life is a test, and we are ALL going to pass. We just need some tutoring sometimes. I'm going to base my life around helping those who have suffered just like myself.<br /> You're all beautiful, every.single.one of you.<br /> <br /> God Bless.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 19:22:05 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Army was my road to porn.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Josh]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/thearmywasmyroadtoporn.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I remember the day before I shipped off to basic training me and some of the other future soldiers from San Diego were put up in a motel near the airport by good ol Uncle Sam.  I was 19 about to turn 20 in a couple weeks and being I would be in basic training without the ability to really celebrate me and another guy thought it would be a great idea to go out to the strip club. 9 weeks being locked in a room with 60 other guys definitely called for some female contact. So we walked to one a few blocks away and had a good time. I don't even remember what the girls looked like all I remember is I found one to my liking and spent what I had on lap dances. It was my goal to leave the club smelling like her, at the time I knew why I wanted that but 10 years later I have no clue. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact I had only had 2 girlfriends up to that point. I still had an innocence to me that created fantasies when a girl showed me some attention. Any girl that I developed a crush on would instantly be transported into my fantasy. Didn't matter if it was a stripper, crush from high school, girl at subway making my sandwich whoever it was if I was attracted to her BAM in my head we were married. How do we do that to ourselves? Is it society that gives us delusions of what is real? We will talk about that question later.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Basic training went fast. I had fun I got to shoot guns, throw a grenade, run obstacle courses, and see what 3 lbs of C4 inside a claymore mine exploding looks and feels like. After basic training I went on to my first of two AIT schools (Advanced Individual Training for the civilians) that would be where they train you in your army specific job. Normally you only have one AIT but because the job I signed up for is a field the military considers &ldquo;Voluntary&rdquo; based on how hazardous it is along with the fact that there was a 90% wash out rate from difficulty they train you in a regular job in order to keep you in the army should you fail. The first one was 10 weeks long then after that I would get sent down to Florida for the second one but life didn't play out that way.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After completing the 10 weeks instead of leaving I was put on security hold because my top secret clearance hadn't been approved yet. So for the first few months of security hold I stayed in the same barracks I had already been in for school but moved to an area where holdovers were kept. The holdover area consisted of people who were on security hold, medical hold, PT hold or those that were getting kicked out for whatever reason. It was pretty laid back we just did little jobs around the barracks during the day then hung out at night. Generally people get moved on to where they should be going but I was there on hold for a year. Within that year the made me permanent party, meaning I got a job on base, had a little apartment and was able to have my truck shipped to me. I was able to go off base when ever I wanted after work and on weekends etc. I made some civilian friends that I would hang out with as well. I got bored and being my nature of greed my first major act of fraud happened while in Alabama. Not going to give details being I can't seem to find if the statute of limitations is up but I never got caught. If you believe that everyone in the military is an honorable person you must live in the same bubble where there aren't racist police officers and politicians always tell the truth. EVERYONE is capable of inappropriate behavior. I knew many people in the army that were not good people doing drugs, alcoholics, fighters you name it the military has it just like everywhere else. After all it is made of up humans and we aren't perfect. The other thing I did in my boredom was shoot video and learn web design. That would be where my interest in the porn business came from as well.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Being I was a young male with a pulse I looked at porn but aside from self gratification I also saw the money side of it. In the year 2000 sites were very low quality on the graphics side of things so I looked at that as &ldquo;how hard could it be&rdquo;. When I got out of the Army a couple years later I started going to conventions and making some contacts.  If you happen to know the names Tera Patrick, Stephanie Swift, Stormy, Gauge, Peter North, Sky Lopez or Craven Moorehead check back in a month to hear how I know them... and you will also find out why I contacted XXX Church.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 01:49:14 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Imposters.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/imposters.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>At my <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vivalaverve.org/">church</a> right now [which if you live in Las Vegas, you should check it out!] we are doing a series called Facade, it's really incredible, and last night's sermon I think was particularly applicable to us here in the<strong> heart</strong>support community.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Vince, our pastor, started off by talking about the German legend of the doppelganger... how people used to believe that everyone essentially had an evil twin walking around, doing bad things when they weren't there. Although I don't believe in doppelgangers specifically, I think that it's easy to feel like I've got an evil twin living inside of me. Paul talks about this a lot in Romans, particularly chapter 7, verse 15 "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but I hate what I do." How many times on the road to recovery have you felt like there was an evil twin living inside of you, going back to your addiction countless times, &nbsp;no matter how much you knew and truly believed that it wouldn't satisfy you? Speaking for myself and my own struggles... all. the. time.&nbsp;</p>
<p>What's hard about this is that we often create a false version of ourselves that we show to the world. It's a form of protection. We're terrified that if the world knew us, knew who we really were [flaws and faults and all] that they would judge us. But showing this false self to the world does several negative things...</p>
<p>a] When people say they love you and care about you, you are unable to believe them. All you can think is "Yea, you love the me that I have shown to you, but if you knew the real me, you would hate me."</p>
<p>b] It wreaks havoc on your relationship with God. When we get into the practice of being inauthentic with people, it naturally follows that we will be inauthentic with God. And when we are inauthentic with God, as displayed in Psalm 32:3-4, His "hand will be heavy upon us." Why? Because God wants ALL of us, not what we want to give/show to Him, but ALL of us.</p>
<p>c] When we live as an imposter for long enough, there will come a point when we no longer know who is who anymore.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Believe me, I have been there. I have spent a good portion of my life believing the lie that I cannot show people who the real me is. And I can also honestly say, that I let my inauthenticity, my imposter self, my "doppelganger" ruin my life for a very long time. I lived in the denial that by being fake I was protecting myself, when in actuality, I was just falling deeper and deeper into my addictions and pain and self-loathing. And let's be honest... at the heart of it, we don't <em>want</em> to take part in our addictions. We don't <em>want</em> to feel like we need drugs or money or sex [or whatever it is that you are struggling with today.] But when we live in denial of the problem, we cannot be healed. My favorite thing that Vince said last night was "whatever is being denied cannot be healed."&nbsp;</p>
<p>And let me ask you this, do you want to be healed? Like really, <strong>DO YOU WANT TO BE HEALED?</strong></p>
<p>If so, I think there are some practical steps that you can take to start heading in that direction...</p>
<p>a] Make God your hiding place. Instead of hiding yourself behind the wall of lies and inauthenticity... be honest and open and make God your safe place. God offers to be our refuge several times in the Bible, all we have to do is take him up on His offer.</p>
<p>b] Get accountable. Having accountability in your life is ESSENTIAL. I mean that. If you don't take anything else away from this post other than the fact that you need to get accountable, then I am okay with that. And I will be honest, accountability is tough. It's messy. It's not fun. It can be scary and embarrassing. We have to be completely transparent... but to be honest, there is no other way. God gave us to each other as a resource, and you NEED someone asking you about your deep, dark secrets... not only because knowing that you will have to tell someone what you've been up to will make you think twice before doing it in the first place, but also because, let's be honest... it's exhausting to be two people. Why not invite someone else into that so that they can help you carry your burdens?</p>
<p>Maybe today you feel like you haven't been yourself in a very long time. Maybe you feel like you've been letting your doppelganger run the show for a while now. Maybe you didn't even realize that you were living behind a facade until this very moment. Wherever you are right now, no matter how "bad", how "fake", how "ugly" you think you've become... today is the day it ends.</p>
<p>You are still God's precious, beautiful child who was and is worth dying for... so live like it.</p>
<p>Today is the day, dear friends. Step out of the facade and into life.</p>
<p>[Like I said before, this post was inspired by a sermon from my church, Verve, &nbsp;here in Las Vegas. We'd love to have you come and check it out if you are ever in town! For more information and service times, head <a href="http://www.vivalaverve.org/">here</a>!]</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 12:50:41 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[I know I'll be okay.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/other/iknowillbeokay.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>About a year ago, my dad walked out on me and my mom. He just basically threw his middle finger up in the air and said "fuck you." I've been dealing with constant arguing between my mom and him. First it was about how it was a fifteen year marriage that he threw away, blah blah blah. All the fighting they did was done right in front of me. The months went by and I suspected my dad had a girlfriend. Yeah, it's not a big deal really that he has a girlfriend I mean him and my mom are done right? Yeah, well when he's swearing on his daughter's life (me) it turns into a big deal when you KNOW that he's lying. When you KNOW he has a girl. I've found her stuff, I've seen pictures of her on his phone.. I mean.. he's just a sick person. He puts me second. I'm his daughter. There's only one time I can recall when he actually put me first and it was the night I was 5 seconds away from being either dead or in the hospital because I couldn't take anything anymore. So much drama was going on at school, I was still torn over having my heart broken, I was struggling with my school grades, I was trying to keep my friends happy and not fuck up any of my friendships because I needed those friends. I needed people there. I needed to know that I always had somebody to turn to and I did. I was going through so much. And yeah, I know that there's other people out there in the world my age that have it ten times worse than me.. but I mean damn. No kid should have to put up with anything like this, ya know? Well anyway.. the summer went by and I got really, extremely, unbelievably close to this girl named Christine. I really had never had such a more stronger friendship with ANYONE like I did her. She was my rock. She was the person who I told every secret to, she's the one who would answer my phone calls and listen to me crying because of something that happened, she's the one person that stuck by my side and constantly reminded me that she'd never leave my side. Ever. Well then, we found out that we weren't going to be at the same High School together. It's our freshman year and we aren't going to be with each other and we had an emotional break down together, for like two hours, because we were going to be split apart. I kept telling her that it was going to be okay, that we were going to do anything and everything to make our friendship as strong as it was. But the thing is, I KNEW that it wasn't going to last. I KNEW we were going to end up drifting apart from each other. But I told her that we wouldn't because I was trying to make myself believe that maybe we would be able to stick it out. Well, I lost her. I lost the best thing that happened to me. I lost the one person who I could count on the most. I lost her because of a big mistake I made. I'm not going to say what the mistake was but everything I lied to her about, I owned up to it and I took the blame for everything. I apologized to her countless times and all I kept getting was "fuck you, I'm done." bull shit. So yeah. Then the next day, my mom tells me the same thing, "fuck you Heather, I'm done with you." and plus I got told that by five other people? I felt hated. The only thing I could think of was suicide and running away. I couldn't run away because I had no where to do. So I thought long and hard all day of ways I could successfully kill myself because I was done with myself just like everybody else was. I didn't matter to anyone so why the hell am I still here? So what I want to know is why I'm still here. What is so great that is going to happen to me, that God is keeping me here..?</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 11:06:38 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[One messed up girls journey to peace.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/other/onemessedupgirlsjourneytopeace.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>When I first decided to share my testimony with you all I opened up the file on which I literally flooded my heart onto and began to edit. I took out all that I was ashamed off, all that showed that I don&rsquo;t quite have it all together &ndash; because telling you all everything would be making myself very vulnerable through my eyes. But as I edited I realised that not only was I breaking my own top tips, I was just taking away from the story that god wants me too tell, and that our scars and our stories are what makes our walk with Christ our walk with Christ. So I am going to sit here tonight, and be as honest as I possibly can, because gods walk with us is about him meeting us where we are at, and accepting that its okay not to be okay.<br /> <br /> So, I grew up in a non-Christian family, with very little Christian influence in my life. But for a child who was never really taught much about god I was still desperate to know him. I would pray the same prayer every night, asking for his protection and thanking him for his care &ndash; but that stopped eventually and I seamed to loose touch with the god that I had managed to somehow build a relationship with.<br /> <br /> When I was 14 I became friends with a group of people who really weren&rsquo;t good for me, and I guess this is where my road to Christ really begins. I was so excited to be part of a friendship group, and to be considered normal within that group that I would do anything I could to stay friends with those people. Even if it meant taking drugs and drinking, just because they were &ndash; I wanted to be valued; to me I was nothing without that group of friends. I was young, well younger than I am now, and I admit it naive &ndash; and it is not until now that I can actually see that everything was so very wrong and that it was all damaging. But when you are involved in it, and are right in the middle of it &ndash; it is very hard to see through the barrier you manage to put up between you and the truth.<br /> <br /> Even from a young age I have been a complete perfectionist and to me nothing I did was ever good enough, so that coupled with being bullied at school left me with a pretty low opinion of myself. To me life has always been about being perfect, striving for perfection, but in reality it is a very well grounded person that feels like they have reached perfection. A few years ago I saw not being perfect was a symbol of my lack of control, and display of my weakness and foolishness. I felt like I was out of control of everything in my life, everything good I did seamed to lead to something bad and I was desperately trying to seek something in my life that I could control and that no one could take away from me.<br /> <br /> So that was where the whole problem with eating began. It was something I could control on many levels. Not only could I control what i ate, but I could control how much weight I lost, how I ate and weather what I ate stayed inside me. The problem with eating disorders is that no matter how much you are controlling yourself it is never enough, and no matter how much weight you loose you always feel like you can afford too loose more. It spirals so out of control that you can hardly remember what life was like before, and what it feels like to be normal, I some how managed to convince myself that this was normal, this was self-control.<br /> <br /> Its hard to hide an eating disorder for long though, and eventually no matter how good you get at deceiving people, people begin to see through the lies. I think my mum was in denial for a long time before she finally accepted what was happening. I was the good one, the one that always got glowing reports &ndash; the overachiever. How could something like this happen to me? But in all honestly I fitted and still do fit the profile of someone likely to develop Anorexia Nervosa, a perfectionist. Even now, years later I still wake up in the mornings wondering why on earth I am doing this, absolutely terrified that I am human and that I am not perfect and never will be. But now I have god in my life, he is a light and where there is light there can not be darkness.<br /> <br /> Eating disorders, depression and the ritual of self harm that I was soon involved in seamed to strip me of everything that made me, me. I was not me, I was a danger to myself and I knew it, but didn&rsquo;t care. So eventually doctors got involved, and around that time I was generally surviving on less than a meal a week, and a few sips of water each day and it wouldn&rsquo;t be long before I would stop using toothpaste, convinced that there were calories in it, or drinking water, convinced that it would make me fat, but sometimes things have a way of needing to get worse before they get better.<br /> <br /> I cant even remember what I looked like, I was too consumed with the distorted image of myself and the struggle for control. But it can&rsquo;t have been nice. One of my best friends said, I looked like I was about to keel over any second, and I did - many a times. But this is where Christianity came into my life, and this is where god bestowed his grace upon me, by placing people in my life that could lead me to him.<br /> <br /> My RS teacher was a Christian, and around the time all this was going on she took me under her wing. Treatment for an eating disorder is possibly one of the hardest things I will ever, and have ever done. It&rsquo;s un-dignifying and terrifying, it feels like you are loosing everything that makes you, you. Imagine loosing all control of your body, you cant even lift a finger, that&rsquo;s what it feels like. I remember one night being sat down with a slice of toast and not being allowed to move until it was gone. It took from 7pm until 3am for me to eat it. <br /> <br /> But my RS teacher supported me through all of this. She showed me in her behaviour that she was Christian, I saw how content she was with her life, how no matter what happened she knew someone was looking out for her. I desperately wanted that in my life. So I started going to the lunchtime group which she ran for the Christian members of the school. So, after a couple of years of going to the Christian group and after I had &lsquo;recovered&rsquo; from all that was going on in my life and in my head - I was in a state where I could understand what I was feeling. I went through a long battle with myself, part of me wanted to believe &ndash; the other part wouldn&rsquo;t let me. I couldn&rsquo;t understand how a loving god could let me go through so much pain, and I wouldn&rsquo;t allow myself to believe in something that I couldn&rsquo;t justify.<br /> <br /> I can pin point the night I became a Christian. I went to midnight mass with the best friend who would later become a god parent and  came home so over whelmed by what I had experienced that I sat there all night and just prayed. I prayed for everything, and for once in my life I feel like there was someone there who had seen me at my lowest, and still loved me for everything.<br /> <br /> But god didn&rsquo;t stop there; his grace is so amazing and so freely given that he continued to strengthen me in him building me into a much stronger and content person. In his grace he placed more people around me, people who would help me develop my faith, he gave me the opportunities to spread his word and the wisdom to know how to do so. <br /> <br /> I wish I could say that I have never turned back, and for a long time I didnt, god was my rock and my mighty saviour. But at that time my view of god was nieve, I expected that my life would be plain sailing from then on, thinking that god had saved me from my pain, and that i had had my fair share of it, but I couldnt have been more wrong. A few years after all of this had happened I had just finished my GCSE's, a year late but I was predicted excelent grades and my faith in god was so strong. I had managed to piece my lifeback together and get on wth what I had always wanted to do, everything felt like plain sailing.<br /> <br /> So when I started feeling depressed again, and anxious I fought it for a long time. I told myself that god wouldnt let this happen to me again, because I believe in him, and he loves me and will save me likehe did last time. But you can only fight with yourself for so long, and it wasnt long before the stress of it all began to cause me to crack. I slowly sank back into old coping mechanisms cutting down on meals for weeks at a time, and then going back to normal, self harming for a few days and then not doing it for another few weeks. The changes I saw in myself scared me, and I begain to loose my faith in gods love and goodness. <br /> <br /> Thats the problem when you think with the narrow view that god will not let anything bad happen to you, when something does it shatters your foundation of faith. Like the man who build his house on sand, not rock. I never stopped believeing in god, or loving him, but I begain to question his love for me, and in time my prayers turned from prayers of pleas for healing to prayers of hatrid. People would say 'God knows what he is doing' or 'Its all hapening for a reason' whilst in my head I was thinking 'I dont care if there is a reason, a God who allows this is not a god I want to follow'. The foundations of my faith were wrong, it didnt take me much too loose them.<br /> <br /> So after I stopped praying, and started cursing God, I lost all faith in him, adimant that I would not get a repeat of the help he gave me last time. Along with my loss of faith in him i lost my hope in him, and so I turned to myself to sort it out. Thats when things started getting messy, within a few months i had quit 6th form too depressed and anxious to carry on, a few weeks later I was mainly confined to my house, too scared to leave. It wasnt soon after that I started sellf harming again and stopped eating.<br /> <br /> I felt deserted by god, and I wasnt only angry at myself, but at him. I didnt care what happened to me, and I felt like if he did care then he didnt care enough to sort it. So I started being really self destructive harming myself to make myself feel better and hopefully hurt god in the process. I wanted him to hurt like I was hurting. Selfish right? But the foundations of my faith had been knocked away, and I was left thinking - what now?<br /> <br /> By the December I was getting close to breaking point, I was loosing weight rapidly, some weeks I would loose a pound a day, and i was constantly suicidal. I figured that hell couldnt be much worse than what I was feeling right now, so if I went there who am i to care. I thought that rock bottom was as low as you could possibly go, that it couldnt get anyworse, but when i wasnt expecting things to be able to they did.<br /> <br /> I realised that things could get worse, so I either had to get it over with and end my life, or try and get better. So I started praying, praying that god would sort out my treatment so that I could get some help, rather than just a doctor who was at his wits end, but it didnt come. To me that was the final straw and in the Feburary I took an overdose and ended up in hospital. The day I took that overdose I was at my wits end, i had had enough of life and of living. I felt deserted by god, and let down by whatever system was there to help me.<br /> <br /> After that things started looking up, i started trusting god again and slowly with the help of some amazing youth leaders and friends I started to rebuild the foundations of my faith. I started reading the bible more, praying more, asking others to pray for me and I started to gain a better understanding of where my faith let me down. God didnt let me down, my faith and its foundations did. <br /> <br /> Im still working on it now, building my life back up, and my faith. But this time I am building it on rocks.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 18:35:00 -0400</pubDate>
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			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/breakingpoint1.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I'll admit, I borrowed this blog from the Teen section on XXXChurch.com.</p>
<p>It's written by blogger Mat Slagle, and it was so great that I wanted to share it with you all! You can check out the original post <a target="_blank" href="http://xxxchurch.com/gethelp/teens/">here</a>, as well as other great blogs by Mat!</p>
<p><em>It's a very difficult thing to always try to do right, to turn your back constantly on the things of the flesh. It's all to easy to forget why we live a Christian life. Living on the road has showed me how many evils are waiting for us out there.&nbsp;</em><br /><br /><em>I'm one of four boys, the middle child in fact, and I have lived a very sheltered life. I have never smoked, been drunk, or done drugs. Traveling has showed me how much addiction run people's lives, that I'm not alone in my struggles with addiction. The ministry I am blessed with has been a huge part of helping teens with cutting, depression, drug addiction, and yes, porn addiction. So many teens have said that they are a new Christian and still struggle with porn addiction. I feel that this is a huge issue among young Christians. Don't let anyone tell you that God hates sinners. It's true, He does hates sin, but loves the sinner. Never give up on what God wants to do with you, without my struggles I'd fully see who God is, He is the God of my life and because I relied on Him, He pulled me through my addiction and I'm now living abundantly for Him. Have faith, no matter how dark the days might seem.</em><br /><br /><em>I'm no stranger to freak outs. I've reached my breaking point many times, with friends, family, my band members, and especially myself and God. The porn addiction is so difficult to pull away from, we all know that. Everything else becomes irritating, like everyone is on your back and attacking you. All the little things you never noticed before now seems irritating and annoying. The more stuff you have behind closed doors, the harder and faster it flys open when you turn the handle too far. What I mean by this is that when you go past your breaking point, all the mess behind the closed doors fly out and end up hurting way more than they needed to. To clear the air is to heal, it's a rehabilitating thing, it fixes things like you've never seen before. Talk things out, let someone in. If you just open up about your issues then someone can be your accountability partner, it's so difficult to do anything big on your own, and the more you try the more you will bend and eventually break. Have someone you can trust and confide in, they may be one of the keys to your recovery. Step one is trust in God.</em><br /><br /></p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 12:15:17 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Video game addict sues game creator?!]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/videogameaddictsuesgamecreator.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>A man in Hawaii is suing a video game company because they did not warn him that the game that they manufactured could be addictive... I think that this brings up a great conversation on personal responsibility.</p>
<p>I'm going to be totally honest, I don't really think this guy has a right to sue the company.</p>
<p>It's like the woman who sued McDonalds because she got unhealthy from eating too much of it.</p>
<p>The fact is, most things [not all things, but MOST things] are okay IN MODERATION.</p>
<p>Now, I don't eat at McDonalds at all because I think their food is gross, but if I DID eat at McDonalds, that would be MY decision and therefore, I would need to assume responsibility for my actions. Alternatively, I like to play videogames from time to time [Halo 3 anyone?] but I in no way think that the creators are responsible for anything that comes from me using their product. I'm certainly not addicted to Halo, but if I were and I started playing Halo 24/7, that's really up to ME and not them.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I'm not trying to call anyone out or make anyone feel bad, I am speaking strictly from the perspective of an addict.</p>
<p>I can say this BECAUSE I'm an addict.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I think that when we are struggling we have trouble coming to terms with the fact that WE are still the ones in control.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I know what it's like to feel like my addictions are completely out of control. I really do. I know what it's like to just want someone ELSE to blame for once... but when it comes down to it, I am the ONLY one who can choose recovery for me. No one else can do it for me. I have to WANT to get well in order to do so, blaming other people isn't going to solve anything.</p>
<p>I mean, let's say this guy wins his law suit and gets a ton of money from it... what are the chances that he is going to use that money on counseling and recovery programs? From someone who know what it's like to be addicted, I am going to say that the chances are slim to none. I mean, we can hope, and I really do hope that he wants and gets the help that he needs, but I think about what would have happened had I come into a lot of money when I was struggling with substance abuse and it would NOT have been good.</p>
<p>I have copy and pasted some highlights from the article below, and you can check out the full article on <a target="_blank" href="http://www.technewsworld.com/story/70677.html?wlc=1282751403">Technology News</a>. I would really, really love to hear your thoughts on this!</p>
<p>"The suit, filed by plaintiff Donald Smallwood against the company&nbsp;<a href="http://us.ncsoft.com/en/" target="_blank">NCSoft</a>, claims that he became "psychologically dependent and addicted" to the fantasy massive multiplayer online role-playing game "Lineage II," as it gave him "great feelings of euphoria and satisfaction." His charges against the game publisher include negligence and infliction of emotional distress.</p>
<p>Smallwood maintains that he played the game on average for up to nine hours a day between 2004 and 2009. He also claims that NCSoft did not warn him that it might be addicting."</p>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 12:13:18 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Who you were created to be.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Danielle V.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/whoyouwerecreatedtobe.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Greetings all! &nbsp;</p>
<p>My name is Danielle and I will be blogging on the fourth Tuesday of every month. &nbsp; I have struggled with an eating disorder for nearly half my life and since I can remember. Athough have achieved freedom in many areas, I too still struggle at times. &nbsp;I still make the same mistakes, believe the same lies at times. &nbsp;I am no where near perfect nor am I here to give advice or claim &nbsp;to be an expert by any means. &nbsp;I do not even feel worthy to be writing here-- this is so out of my comfort zone. That is why I am so thankful that God does not look at the outward, but he looks at the heart.</p>
<p>&nbsp;I, like many of you, &nbsp;am still on the journey to freedom. &nbsp;My goal in all this is to &nbsp;share my experience/thoughts/opinions and what Christ has done in my life all with the possibility of &nbsp;bringing hope. &nbsp;I want to let you all know that you are NOT alone, you are NOT terminally unique, and that freedom IS possible. &nbsp;Yes that's right, it is. &nbsp;Despite what all the doctors and "experts" will argue I am here to tell you the truth and the truth is that with Jesus Christ ANYTHING is possible-- even freedom from an eating disorder or addiction. &nbsp;You DO NOT have to live the rest of your life living in bondage-- do not believe those lies!</p>
<p>I, along with all of you, will continue throughout our time to explore the may ways to get there and achieve this, but remember that it is a process, a journey, and folks, for the majority of us it is not going to happen over night. &nbsp; No, this journey will most likely take time and perseverance. It will be hard and we are going to have to fight. &nbsp;Fight and persevere against doing this your way, how you think is right, and reach out for help in doing this different.</p>
<p>As the apostle Paul states that suffering produces perseverance; and perseverance produces proven character (and what are we without character and integrity?) &nbsp;and proven character hope. &nbsp;And we may hope because God does not disappoint us, it is Him who works through as we accept and seek him in our lives. &nbsp;Try to look at this in light of eternity &nbsp;with hope because you do not have to go through this alone. As people who struggle with food this is especially hard, and I will go into more depth at a later time, but we MUST reach out and ask for help. We cannot do this in our own strength or alone. &nbsp;So this month I encourage you to &nbsp;reach out, ask for help, share your story and thoughts with the community here, cry out to God and let this struggle mold and shape you into the person you were truly created to be. &nbsp;</p>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 11:40:47 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Life is short. Have an affair.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Kevin M.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/lifeisshorthaveanaffair.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>That's the slogan of an organization who aids married people in having an affair. The website was created years ago when its creator found out that 30-35% of people with profiles on dating websites designed for singles were actually married people looking to have an affair. They argue that they don't encourage cheating, they just provide a way to meet "unmet needs." There's obviously a need for love considering that on the Monday after Mother's Day, over 30,000 new female profiles were added. Over 18,000 males added their profiles to the site on the day after Father's Day this year. Why? Probably because they were disappointed with how they got treated on Mother's/Father's Day. They wanted something more.</p>
<p>That's the world we live in. People are obsessed with trying to find satisfaction and pleasure in all the wrong places.</p>
<p>God addressed the problem in <strong>Jeremiah 2:13</strong>...</p>
<p><strong>For My people have committed two evils: They have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewn themselves cisterns&mdash;broken cisterns that can hold no water.</strong></p>
<p>A modern-day example of that would be paying for a fountain drink at a restaurant and receiving a cup with a big slit in the bottom. No matter how often you go back for a refill, every time you take it back to your table, it will leak everywhere - it's incapable of holding liquid.</p>
<p>Just like that broken cup, our attempts at finding pleasure and satisfaction apart from Christ are also broken and pointless. It's just going to get messy. Your pursuits in the world are ultimately incapable of holding pleasure. The little that they do hold will leak out quickly leaving you empty again.</p>
<p>The picture that God paints in Scripture is that finding pleasure from anyone or anything other Him is like having an affair - it's cheating on God (read the book of Hosea). He loves, supports, and provides unconditionally, yet many people feel the urge for more and they go running off with that thing or that person.</p>
<p>We live in a world whose slogan is "Life is short. Have an affair." In other words, "Life is short. Do what feels good." Don't buy the lie. It will get messy.</p>
<p><strong>Lust is a lie.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Envy is empty.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Porn is poison.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Fame is fleeting.</strong></p>
<p>Don't buy the lies that the world offers. Jesus offers life. He's the only source.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 11:18:04 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Casper isn't friendly...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Chris P.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/casperisntfriendly.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Ghosts.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">They Haunt You.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage, lights low, candles lit, and 150 students staring at him, a youth pastor began explaining what Ghosts really are.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">In my mind Ghosts were things that looked and acted like Casper the Friendly Ghost. Casper was see through, had a sense of adventure, and always liked to help people out because he was friendly. I was wrong though. Ghosts weren't anything like Casper.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">The youth pastor shared stories of having meaningless sex.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Fake friendships.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Years of addiction.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">"Ghosts are the things that haunt you."</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">These Ghosts didn't look or act anything like Casper. These were real Ghosts that caused fear, pain, and doubt.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">We all have a battle with our Ghosts that cause us to doubt and fear. We could be on the road to recovery, feeling great about our progress with our addiction, then a Ghost arrives. A memory arrives in our brain that causes us to stumble. That tells us we aren't good enough. That we will always be an addict. That we can never change.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Ghosts are the things that continually remind you of your mistakes.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">I don't know where you're at with your addiction and whether it's internet, porn, drugs, money, or whatever type of addiction; we all get to the point where we begin to doubt ourselves. We begin to doubt our abilities to recovery. We remember the times when we failed miserably and we think how will this time be different? But that's where some of our problems arrive. When we start to think that WE can handle our own problems.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1"><i>I've carried this ton of trouble, </i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>lived with a stomach full of pain.</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>Long enough my arrogant enemies</i> (<b>Ghosts</b>) <i>have looked down their noses at me.</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>&nbsp;</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>Take a good look at me, God, my God,</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>I want to look life in the eye, So no enemy</i> (<b>Ghost</b>) <i>can get the best of me or laugh when I fall on my face.</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>&nbsp;</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>I've thrown myself headlong into your arms--</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><i>I'm celebrating your rescue. I'm singing at the top of my lingoes, I'm so full of answered prayers.</i></p>
<p class="Body1"><b>Psalm 13:2-6</b></p>
<p class="Body1"><b>&nbsp;</b></p>
<p class="Body1">When we begin to put our trust in ourselves we will fail. It may not be immediately, but eventually failure is imminent. Lets face it, we suck at being accountable for ourselves. If we were that good we would have stopped by now, right? We would have realized that we're spending way too much time on Foursquare or Facebook.</p>
<p class="Body1">Maybe you don't have that problem though. Maybe your problem is you put way too much hope and faith into one of your friends or mentors.</p>
<p class="Body1">"Well you didn't answer the phone to keep me accountable"</p>
<p class="Body1">Friends can fail you. Parents can fail you. Organizations can fail you. Pastors can fail you. Churches can fail you. And sometimes, it feels like God can fail you.&nbsp; But as clich&eacute; as it might sound, God won't fail you.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Sometimes it takes awhile.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Sometimes it may not be like you planned it.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">Sometimes it hurts.</p>
<p class="Body1">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="Body1">But God is waiting to rescue you and me from all of this. From all the hurt. From all the confusion. From all our Ghosts.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 12:24:59 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[How much is money really worth?]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Steve B.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/howmuchismoneyreallyworth.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Let's devalue the dollar.</p>
<p>Society has a huge influence on what we think about money, but how much of it is really truthful? For this blog, I would like to&nbsp;challenge the view of money that the world takes, and offer some alternative perspectives on the concept of money.&nbsp;One thing that society tells us, is that money will equate freedom and security. Basically the concept is if we make enough money and have enough investments, we will accumulate enough interest, properties, stocks, business, etc... that we will not ever have to work again. We will be so rich, we can live off interest and the income from our investments, and do whatever we want to do. And that is what we should bank our lives on.</p>
<p>Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying being successful at business or a wise investor is a bad thing, in fact, I think it's a good thing. However, loving money to the point where it's where we put our faith in is a huge error I believe. This is my first alternative perspective. I mean just look at the last two years how the stock market has behaved. Some people lost everything they had worked for, for most of the years of their lives. Sadly many people take their own lives because of the large losses of money, or the loss of a job. Just recently, I had my e-mail hacked into. The hacker got my bank information, and took a large chunk of my net worth. Life is unpredictable, and as secure as we try to make banking, investments, 10 year plans or whatever, we cannot predict the future.</p>
<p>The second perspective is, we never had anything when we entered this world and we cannot take anything out of this world. Yet what we gain in the world can cause us to lose focus of the things that are truly important.</p>
<p>The ultimate point I am trying to make is, be wise with your money, but hold onto it's value and meaning in your life loosely. One of the things Solomon said from the book in the Bible of Ecclesiastes is, "Everything in the earth is meaningless a chasing after the wind, nothing is gained under the sun." Whether or not one is a Christian, it is still an interesting point. What will become of all our money and hard work? Who will we leave it too after we are gone, and how do we know they will be wise with our life's work? The answer is we don't.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I know this was not the most uplifting blog, but I hope it gives some people a bigger perspective of the concept and idea money.&nbsp;Thanks for reading.&nbsp;</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 13:59:13 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Freedom is a piece of cake... literally.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Kelsey F.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/freedomisapieceofcakeliterally.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I wish healing and walking in freedom from addiction was easy. I really do. But to be honest with you...I know for me, if this came easy, I would slip right back into it. Sometimes healing has to wear you down to bare bones and strip you of every toxic thought and feeling in your soul. For me, my addiction actually got worse after I was diagnosed. There I was, deeply wounded and a huge mess and then on top of that, I was trying to fix myself. Ain't gonna happen.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; After I stopped trying to control the disorder that was controlling me (I know..such a catch 22, eh?), I was able to start healing. Then, it was time for me to be free. I have always had a bit of a rebellious streak in me, so when it came time to rebel against the addiction I had struggled with for so long, I was more than ready.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was Christmas 2006 and I was living on a missions base in Newcastle, Australia. I was just hanging out with my friends when a few of them started opening their Christmas Stockings. I decided to do the same and realized that there was now a small mountain of candy and chocolate lying on my bedroom floor. I hadn't eaten something as little as a piece of candy in years. And I had definitely never ever eaten anything unless it was 'scheduled' into my day. But at that point, I didn't care. I ate some candy. I decided for that whole day to just eat whatever was served and not care about it. I set my mind to it, and I did it. And you know what? The next day, I was still the same size. I hadn't gained 20 lbs. I didn't even gain one pound.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;My friends and I still joke around about that day because they were all aware of my situation and were all rallied around me in support. Also, it was incredibly fun. To taste a Snickers bar after not even eating one little piece of candy for years...was seriously incredible. I didn't even work out that day. I had worked out for hours and hours every day for so long, and then while I was healing, I changed my work out routine to about 10-20 minutes a day. But Christmas day..was the first day I hadn't worked out in years.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sometimes I would have to go a week or more without working out because the temptation to spin out of control was too great. For those times, I would hold onto scriptures like1 Timothy 4:8, which says, 'For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.'<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As I started gaining healthy amounts of weight, there were times that I started to get really depressed. But you know what? I didn't look like a blob. I didn't look like I was 8 months pregnant. Even though I desperately thought I did. And in all actuality, gaining the healthy weight I needed too and gaining a few dress sizes actually made me look and feel better.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; For me, freedom started with a piece of chocolate. Where did yours start? And if you haven't experienced it yet, where would you like yours to start?<br /><br /><br />'I will walk about in freedom,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; for I have sought out your precepts.'[Pslam 119:45]
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			<title><![CDATA[make eachother better]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>so im 15, and im in love. i know, your probably thinking, "you're too young to know what love is." well i know how i feel so no need to tell me differently.<br /> there's this guy, he's the most amazing guy ever. i have trust issues and i get jealous easily. i hate that wherever we go there is always some girl yelling his name. <br /> well we've been seeing eachother for 11 months and we've been dating for 2 months. but he got in trouble with the law, he has a felony. he got in trouble two more times after that, and is in jail and there is nothing his mom can do because i guess he is in the courts hands.<br /> but he can't leave, i need him. he has court tomorrow and im scared he'll get sent. he never gets in troublewhen he's with me, only if i go outta town or with his friends or something. <br /> the otherday we were laying in bed and he told me if he knew that when he got in trouble that it would have messed things up between us he wouldn't hav done it. he told me he is really glad he met me because  make is life a whole lot better. he asked me if he gets sent away, if i'll wait for im because he doesn't wana lose me. i told him im always gonna be here. idk what to do, help?</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Open arms]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>Im addicted to hurting myself, and eating disorders. If i don't cut, I throw up. If I don't throw up or cut I drink. I always end up going to something. Cutting is my biggest addiction. Ive been cutting for 4 and a half years. I haven't cut since may 2nd. And it's reallyyy hard.<br /> Cutting is my therapist. My loving arms. The one that understands. The one that's there when no one else is...</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sexual Desire]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Anthony B.]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/sexualdesire.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Being one who was addicted (and still struggles) with sexual temptation and actions, I get particularly excited when I read about sex in the bible. In Song of Songs, God paints a picture of an intimate, better, fuller, sexual connection between a man and a woman. Over the last several years (at least for me) people used to tell me and think that God was silent on the subject of romance, love, sex, and passion. He had some stuff to say about marriage, but those other things are personal, shameful, and worldly, and you should just go figure those out by yourself. I was told that the bible and the church were quiet about sex. It&rsquo;s like God was completely silent this important issue in our lives. The question I asked myself was: Do you know why we feel love, sex, and passion? We have those feelings because God put them there! Those feelings reflect the image and character of God. For us to correctly reflect &ldquo;this is what God is like&rdquo;, that includes a good or right expression of love, sex, and passion. Song of Songs gives us this perfect picture.<br />These first two paragraphs are from Song of Songs Chapter 1 and 2:<br />In the Song, this woman is singing to her man. She finds him attractive, he smells good, and she wants to kiss him, but the thing that really keeps her around is his character. He sees her as a strong, confident woman who knows what she wants, but isn&rsquo;t willing to compromise to get it. She doesn&rsquo;t base who she is on her beauty, but rather on the spirit that burns inside of her, her attitude, her work ethic, and her honor. They see in each other things that reflect the image of God. This is how their relationship begins. They aren&rsquo;t just attracted to the physical parts of each other (which is important), but they are connected by their values. It all began with parts of their character that reflect God.<br />They continue to sing to each other and we can see them falling deeper in love. He compares her to a mare that pulls one of Pharos chariots. What that means is that he is comparing her to one of Pharos horses. There was one horse that leads all the parades and army, and it was a white horse. Only Pharaoh was allowed to ride it and since it was the only white horse, the people could see from a distance that Pharaoh was on his way. He is saying to her that you are like that white mare that people worship like deity. When he thinks of that horse, he thinks of you. He is complimenting her and saying that there is nothing like you. She is beyond value. She is the most precious, beautiful, wonderful, thing in the world. She is priceless. She then sings back to him saying that he is like a sachet of myrrh resting between her breasts. She also says that her perfume is spreading its fragrance. In other words she is saying that he is her perfume. Women wore this perfume all night long as they sleep, and as they slept they would smell this perfume. She is saying that all night long she would think about him and dream about him. He is constantly on her mind. They are beginning to see each other different&hellip; At first it was I am attracted to you, and I like your values, but now I am beginning to respect you. I am going to treat you gently and cherish you.<br />As they are falling in love, the sexual attraction begins to grow. She sings to him &ldquo;Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. I delight to sit in the shade&rdquo; Song of Songs 2:3. She is saying that there is no other one in the world like my man. In the man department, he is the only one that she needs. Out of all the trees in the forest, he is the only one that she needs. She also delights to sit in his shade. In other words she is under his braches. She feels safe around him and protected under him. A wife or girlfriend should never be afraid to come to their man. They should feel safe and protected. This next part is where it starts to heat up. &ldquo;And his fruit is sweet to my taste&rdquo; Song of Songs 2:3. This sounds sexual, and it&rsquo;s headed that way, but that&rsquo;s not what she means. It means that she nourishes her and builds her up. She doesn&rsquo;t need to go to someone else&rsquo;s tree to eat, she is already filled up in this department. She doesn&rsquo;t need to be told and reminded, for his taste is sweet to her. She already knows this is her man. She continues &ldquo;Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love&rdquo; Song of Songs 2:5. This is probably the most erotic verse in the bible. Strengthen me means hold me, or literally translates from the Hebrew to lay on me. He has been treating her great and lovingly, and now he wants her to lay on him. She also says bring some raisin cakes. Raisin cakes were an aphrodisiac in this culture. Anything with seeds was thought to have a sexually arousing quality. She literally says come lay on me and bring the love potion, bring what will sexually arouse us. Then she says refresh me with apples. Refresh means spread out your blanket, or make yourself at home with apples. Apples refer to any fruit that produced a bring red, juicy fruit full of seeds. Remember who the apple tree is? This woman wants his apples! She wants him to bring his apples home to her. This woman is on fire, she is hot and bothered, she is&nbsp;sexually aroused. He has protected her, provided for her, promoted her, she admires him, she loves him, she feels good because of the way he treats her, she wants him to strengthen her, lay on her with raisin cakes. SHE WANTS HIM TO HAVE SEX WITH HER&hellip;. and the thing about this is that he is her boyfriend not her husband. They have this holy relationship, but apparently it&rsquo;s a short putt from holiness to hornieness (that was a joke ha-ha). They are on fire for each other and she wants him. If you look at the next verse it says, &ldquo;his left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me&rdquo; Song of Songs 2:6. If you don&rsquo;t know what position this is then you are lying! It is a sexual position. They are right there in the moment. This woman has found what she believes to be the love of her life and she wants all of him. He treats her well, and he respects her, and cares for her, holds her, she wants his left hand under her head, his other hand anywhere, she wants him on her, inside of her, she wants to have sex with her boyfriend.<br />The important thing about this whole thing is his response. He doesn&rsquo;t put her down by saying she shouldn&rsquo;t feel that way and that its sinful and that she is wrong, but he says this instead. &ldquo;Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires&rdquo; Song of Songs 2:7. He is making an oath here. He is swearing by his own masculinity (all that he is as a man), not to arouse or awaken love. Do not take action or act upon what your love naturally wants. He isn&rsquo;t saying don&rsquo;t want that, but not to act upon it. There is a right time for that, a time that God intended for it to happen.<br />As I was thinking about this I was slightly shocked. I can&rsquo;t tell you how many times I&rsquo;ve been in this situation and just took complete action without regard to the truth which is that there is a right time to awaken love. There is a right time to lay on top of each other wise raisin cakes and have sex. There is a better way to do it. I have never even thought that God could understand all of this. He created it so he knows all about it, but the part that hits me and encourages me the most is not that God understand sex and love and romance, but rather that God understands me. Sexual desire isn&rsquo;t wrong! A relationship heading in this direction, with sexual desire surfacing, probably means that your relationship is going the right way! You are in a successful relationship and you want each other more and more. We were made to feel that way and a great relationship heads down that path, but be careful because there is a right time. Just know that Sexual desire isn&rsquo;t wrong, it&rsquo;s a completely human thing that leads us to greater intimacy, if it is done at the right time.&nbsp;<br />I know this was long winded and may be confusing&hellip; I had &nbsp;a hard time smashing two chapters of Song of Songs into one blog. If you are confused or have questions or just want to talk. Email me and I would love to chat. I really believe waiting (at this point in my life as I didn&rsquo;t always believe this) to be the best thing we can do.<br />I am praying for all of us to keep fighting our addictions and growing closer to our amazing God.<br />~Anthony</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[so ashamed]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I am a 28 year old woman who helps lead worship at my church. I am very involved in several ministries and love my church family. God has me in a season of deliverance, and last night, my biggest secret came out. My boyfriend, who is also a worshipper, that is actually how we fell in love, worshipping and writing songs together. Anyway, last night he went through my phone and found my browser history and found porn. I have been addicted to it for years but it was always off and on and I didn't realize it was as big of a problem as it really is. My boyfriend took me home and was absolutely TORN. He said my lies about it hurt him the most. He said he can't trust me and he doesn't know if he can do this. We began building a life together-have been talking about marriage and engagement...he's been trying to buy a house and we've been working on a future. He said I've lied to him for two years and he doesn't know that I want the same things as him as far as a future go. I saw him cry today and that tore me to pieces. I told him I want to get help and he said that is up to me, basically saying essentially what happens to us is up to me and my commitment to changing and seeking Gods deliverance from this. I have devastated him and devastated myself...I've devastated God. He said I talk a lot but he hasn't seen much follow through in the two years we've been together. So I took a first step last night and called a leader in the Recovery program at my church and I am attending my first group tonight. I want to be whole and I want my relationship to be saved...I want the trust to be restored but only God can do it at this point. I am so ashamed.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 11:01:00 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Revolutionary drug treatment...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/revolutionarydrugtreatment.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>More and more, the government is starting to invest in what are called Peer to Peer recovery programs. Peer to Peer recovery programs can include several services, including the following:</p>
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<p>*Assistance in housing, educational and unemployment opportunities</p>
<p>*Building constructive family and other personal relationships</p>
<p>*Stress management assistance</p>
<p>*Alcohol and drug free social and recreational acitivities</p>
<p>*Recovery coaching or mentoring to help manage the process of obtaining services from multiple systems, including primary mental healthcare, child welfare and criminal justice systems</p>
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<p>These resources being delivered by peers, rather than by mental health professionals, have actually been found to enhance recovery and prevent relapse at a higher rate.</p>
<p>What do you think? Do you think that it's playing with fire or do you think it's best to get help from someone who's been there?</p>
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			<title><![CDATA[Gambling help comes to Australia!]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/gamblinghelpcomestoaustralia.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Check out this article from the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.westcoastsentinel.com.au/news/local/news/general/gambling-help-is-here/1910450.aspx?storypage=1">West Coast Sentinel</a> in Australia.</p>
<p>They're doing an awesome job of meeting the needs of those who struggle with gambling addiction!</p>
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<p>Most of us enjoy a gamble.</p>
<p>In fact figures shows that 80 per cent of adult Australians take part in some form of gambling, whether it be buying our weekly X-lotto ticket, having a punt on the horses or spending time playing the pokies.</p>
<p>However for all the joy we get from gambling it can get out of hand.</p>
<p>Recently shown on ABC News was a creative and effective approach to help those who are feeling that they have lost control over how much money or time they spend on gambling.</p>
<p>The program is provided by Statewide Gambling Therapy Service, run out of the Flinders Medical Centre.</p>
<p>A professionally trained therapist, Sue Bertossa, visits our region on a fortnightly basis and is available to see people who are concerned by the impact gambling is having on their lives.</p>
<p>There is a range of meeting places in Ceduna that can be negotiated to ensure the privacy of each client.</p>
<p>Step by step the therapy trains people to regain control of their gambling.</p>
<p>For example, by the end of the course of therapy someone who has been betting on the pokies should be able to sit in front of their favourite machine, all cashed up, and find it easy to resist playing.</p>
<p>The method is designed for any form of gambling addiction, including internet betting.</p>
<p>Statewide has been providing free and confidential counselling for more than 10 years.</p>
<p>Sue Bertossa said:</p>
<p>&ldquo;Many people feel ashamed of having problems with gambling and the problems it leads to in their lives.</p>
<p>&ldquo;However, what we have found through our service is that problem gambling is a very non-discriminatory habit or addiction &ndash; it affects people of all ages, varying cultural groups, men and women, both the rich and the poor.</p>
<p>&ldquo;It may be hard to make the initial contact but good help can really make a difference.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The program reported a 76 per cent success rate for those who complete the treatment.</p>
<p>Peter Miller, Aboriginal Elder working with the Ceduna Koonibba Aboriginal Health Service, is concerned about the impact that gambling is having on his community.</p>
<p>&ldquo;To me, gambling causes all kinds of problems across the board; it affects everyone, it&rsquo;s not colour blind.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Gambling can really hurt families, tears people apart.</p>
<p>&ldquo;The intervention happening in the Northern Territory where the government stepped in to control everyone&rsquo;s dollars, I would not like to see that happen here in South Australia.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Peter is widely respected in the community and has encouraged anyone he can to seek help.</p>
<p>&ldquo;My message to anyone who thinks they have a problem is come in and talk it over, because it doesn&rsquo;t have to be this way.&rdquo;</p>
<p>To access support you can phone the Gambling Helpline on 1800 060 757, contact Peter at Ceduna Aboriginal Health Service or contact Sue at her Port Adelaide office, phone (08) 8240 0522 to arrange an initial appointment.</p>
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			<title><![CDATA[alone in the world]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>my siblings forced my mother to take medication they claimed  was good for her ..  would make her less grumpy ....she died of several strock shortly after..they were giving her the madication against her will and even after she lost mobility in her left side....after her death i wanted to sue the doctor ....turned out  the doctor  did not prescrib the medication and other secrets if   unveiled would shame the family  ....now i lost  relationships with all my siblings   no one of them  wants to talk to me or have anything to do with me ....i have been cut of completely from the family circle  and threatned with violence if i sue and expose what happened to her.. because in muslim culture  man are the boss and can make any decision  regarding  any female in the  family/tribe  ...i can not live with out getting her justice i would rather commit suicide .....and i suffer because for ever i will be alone with out a family or any relationship with my nieces and nephews ...i contacted an attorney and i'm preciding with the law suit ...comes what may ...i must fight for her rights so this does not happen to other woman elderly or other wise...in a culture that still treats woman like slaves owend by husbands sons or brothers.....i cry and sob often to help my broken heart....i think about what she must have felt nearing death knowing that the people she gave birth to and raised in impossible  circomstances  caused her  demise/death....she  loved life she gave birth to 15 human beings 4 died at birth the rest are mostly successful  healthy and have good lives.....she was a single mother since my father left us to remarry ..... she did not deserve to die that way....</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Unattainable Lightness of Being...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/theunattainablelightnessofbeing.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>So, I know that we have posted several articles about various eating disorders on the site, but this one, taken from the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glenn-d-braunstein-md/the-unattainable-lightnes_b_667096.html">Huffington Post</a>, is a very frank, all inclusive article about the realities of anorexia and bulimia. Check it out below and let me know what you think:</p>
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<h3><strong>The Unattainable Lightness of Being</strong></h3>
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<p>Is someone you know on a diet? Probably. Because just about everyone is on a diet, or at least watching their weight, or their carbs or their intake of fats and sugars. But when does normal moderation become not so normal? Is it when you start to see the outlines of ribs and bones that weren't there before? The situation doesn't have to become that extreme for someone to be suffering from an eating disorder. Over 5 million people in the United States have an eating disorder, and the majority are female. But the number is probably higher since so many cases go unreported.</p>
<p>We know the main names: anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa. But what many people may not know is how dangerous, debilitating and potentially fatal eating disorders can be. Patients with anorexia nervosa have a disturbed body image, an intense fear of gaining weight and pursue being thin at all costs. They are unwilling to maintain a healthy weight. Bulimia is characterized by episodes of compulsive eating, then purging through vomiting, excessive use of laxatives or diuretics fasting, and excessive exercise. With anorexia, bulimia or other eating disorders not otherwise specified, sometimes referred to as EDNOS, extremely disturbed eating behavior becomes a viable method of altering a perceived (and usually distorted) negative body image.</p>
<p><strong>The Health Risks of Eating Disorders</strong><br />While it is true that eating disorders are usually, but not always, curable medical illnesses, their underlying causes are so varied and complex, they can be extremely challenging to treat. They have been found to recur within families, can result from disturbances in the central nervous system and are often associated with temperamental features like perfectionism, low self-esteem or an extreme need for control. Those with eating disorders often display other psychiatric illnesses like clinical depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, substance abuse or anxiety disorder.</p>
<p>The medical risks of eating disorders are legion.</p>
<p>In the case of anorexia, the disease disrupts virtually all the organ systems. Anorexics are subject to hypotension (low blood pressure), bradycardia (slow heartbeat), and arrhythmias (irregular heartbeat), and individuals with serious degrees of weight loss can develop heart failure. Anorexia also causes osteopenia and osteoporosis, anemia, impaired growth in children and adolescents, and electrolyte problems. Additionally, anorexia has an extremely high mortality rate, with between 6 and 20 percent of patients dying from related causes.</p>
<p>Bulimia sufferers experience kidney problems, severe dehydration, chronically inflamed throat, swollen salivary glands, worn tooth enamel (from all the stomach acid passing through their mouth), gastroesophageal reflux disorder and intestinal distress from laxative abuse.</p>
<p>But whether it's anorexia or bulimia, we're essentially dealing with starvation, which, as anyone would expect, has profound physical and psychological effects on a person. Given that adolescent women are the main sufferers of eating disorders, with 15 to 19-year-olds making up 40 percent of all cases of anorexia in particular, these young victims can face a lifetime of health challenges.</p>
<p><strong>The Media in the Mirror</strong><br />In addition to the medical, psychiatric and psychosocial causes of eating disorders, some of the most insidious triggers, especially with regard to the problem of body image dissatisfaction, come from the idealized images of beauty we're all subjected to by the media. These images of hyper thin, hyper-toned bodies are not only impossible for most people to achieve and maintain, some of the images aren't even real -- they're airbrushed, Photoshopped and otherwise manipulated.</p>
<p>Driven by the multi-billion dollar cosmetic/exercise/fashion/beauty industries, the body images that are being sold appear to be designed to entice consumers to continue buying their products. But try explaining this to a college age woman, of whom one out of four is using an unhealthy weight loss method, or a 90-pound teenager who thinks she's fat. Or, as more and more research is telling us, to preteenage girls and even children, because the demographics for eating disorders are dropping to those age groups. Physicians are reporting children as young as 6, 7 and 8 years old who exhibit symptoms or full-blown cases of eating disorders.</p>
<p>Of the many tragic sufferers of anorexia was a 15-year-old Olympic hopeful who, at 4 feet 10 inches tall and 97 pounds, was told she was too heavy for the sport. She developed a severe eating disorder, struggled with anorexia and bulimia for six years, and died at 22, weighing 47 pounds.</p>
<p>Perhaps even more tragic is that, unlike other diseases which have support groups to help patients deal constructively with their condition, eating disorders have spawned online communities, what they call Pro-Ana websites, that offer young girls tips on how to diet even more stringently and how to keep their anorexia from their parents and doctors.</p>
<p>Treating eating disorders successfully is a multi-layered process. It requires returning the patient to a healthy weight, addressing the psychological issues and changing the behaviors that lead to disordered eating. Antidepressants, such as fluoxetine (Prozac), are more useful for patients with bulimia than those with anorexia. Unfortunately there may be a slightly increased risk of thought of or attempted suicide in children and adolescents taking antidepressants--the age groups that often are afflicted with these eating disorders. In addition to clinical solutions, it requires patience, insight and commitment, and can often involve the entire family, not only as a support system, but also in identifying the issues that may have caused the disorder. There are several useful support group sites that patients and families may go to:<a href="http://www.anad.org" target="_hplink">National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders&nbsp;</a>or the&nbsp;<a href="http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org" target="_hplink">National Eating Disorders Association</a>.</p>
<p>On a more subtle note, it also takes vigilance and insight not to believe that what we're seeing on TV, in magazines and on billboards is a picture of true beauty worth sacrificing health, or life, trying to attain.</p>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 13:16:32 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Who are you going to talk to today?]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Sandra Savage]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/whoareyougoingtotalktotoday.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Hi Everyone!</p>
<p>It has been a CRAZY past couple of months &ndash; I got married, have been to a few conferences, done some outreach to our local Adult Entertainment businesses, and been thinking a lot about addiction.&nbsp;</p>
<p>One of the conferences I attended was the L.I.F.E. conference held in Orlando FL. I got to take 5 of my facilitators that lead groups for women who struggle with porn and groups that are for women whose husbands struggle with porn.&nbsp;One of the major things I saw was how recovery needs to be done in community. Whether it is someone that is keeping you accountable, or a group you go to, you really don&rsquo;t have to go at it on your own. I tried to &ldquo;handle&rdquo; my addiction for years, I told myself I could stop whenever I wanted, that I wasn&rsquo;t hurting anyone &ndash; but in actuality &ndash; it hurt everyone around me, including myself.&nbsp;</p>
<p>If you need help &ndash; seek it out! Check out the great tools here online and talk to someone! No matter how far you have gone, no matter how beyond forgiveness you think you have fallen &ndash; there is hope, redemption, and forgiveness.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Who are you going to talk to today?</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 11:22:05 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[If God Isn't Real, Then My Life Isn't Real Either]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/other/ifgodisntrealthenmylifeisntrealeither.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm a 15 year old girl. I've been raised my whole life in a Christian home with both of my parents. When I was in 6th grade my mom got pregnant and had a boy, who is my only sibling. Before she had him I was just a really sad kid for no explainable reason. I'd go long periods of time without saying anything to anyone. I just figured my sadness was normal. Then my brother came into the world and people in my family started dying. I was confused and sad. In 7th grade I put on a smile for everyone, although no one believed my smile. There was a kid in my math class that I knew who cut himself. For whatever reason this looked really pleasing to me, so I started to hurt myself in small ways. I'd take a pencil and scratch at my arm. In 8th grade everything went way downhill. My church closed down and I lost a bunch of friends. I started to get even more depressed. I began to use needles to cut myself. Not really hard, but enough to leave some scars. I mostly cut my lips, though. My parents took me out of school so I could be homeschool. Every day I though about killing myself. December 19th I was prepared. I got some scissors ready, my parents were out, and I had convinced myself to just end it all. I loved music, so of course I had music playing. The song "To Whom It May Concern" by UnderOath came on. "So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road." I couldn't do it. I put the scissors down and cried and prayed and cried more. During this time period I started doing inhalants sometimes. Somehow, I lived. In the end of March I started going to a youth group and in the beginning of April I went back to school. In 9th grade I fell back into the depression. I lost more friends. I was still cutting sometimes. I still wanted to kill myself. I started watching porn. I started doing inhalants again. I was making all of the wrong friends and putting on a face for church. I started hearing voices. I started having anxiety attacks. I started to get violent. Somehow, I got out of it. All I can say is that God is good. A few weeks ago I started to address my porn problem and I told my mom everything about me. Turns out on December 19th God told her that I wasn't doing so well. I'm still not the happiest person, and I definitely don't have it all together. I'm about to go into 10th grade, and I'm excited to see what God has in store. All I have to say to anyone dealing with one or more of these problems is to have hope and know that there is a God that loves you very much.</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Porn Industry is Using iPhone 4]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/thepornindustryisusingiphone4.html</link>
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<p>Our awesome blogger Kevin Miller recently blogged this on his <a target="_blank" href="http://kevmill.wordpress.com/2010/07/31/the-porn-industry-using-the-iphone-4/">personal blog</a>, definitely take a chance to check it out!!!&nbsp;</p>
<p>........................</p>
<p>I know I&rsquo;ve blogged a lot recently about&nbsp;<a href="http://kevmill.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/visualize-the-reach-of-porn/" target="_blank">porn and its far-reaching grip</a>. It&rsquo;s not that I enjoy talking about it, but that it&rsquo;s a real issue that millions (possibly billions) of people are facing, but that most people are scared to talk about.</p>
<p>If you know me, you know that&nbsp;<a href="http://kevmill.wordpress.com/2010/04/15/more-technology/" target="_blank">I love using technology to share the Gospel</a>. I believe that&rsquo;s the main reason we have technology &ndash; to make Jesus famous. However, although the church may use technology, Satan likes to use it too&hellip;</p>
<p>I just read an article about a quickly-developing branch of the porn industry that is utilizing the iPhone 4&prime;s&nbsp;<em>FaceTime</em>&nbsp;video chat capabilities. It will bring pornography and one-on-one sex chats right to someone&rsquo;s phone screen.</p>
<p>Read the (PG-13 rated) article from Wired News,&nbsp;<em>Porn Industry Aroused by iPhone FaceTime</em>, below<em>&nbsp;</em>and please pray for those who are looking to porn and lust to fill the void that only Jesus can fill.</p>
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<h1>Porn Industry Aroused by iPhone FaceTime</h1>
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<li>By&nbsp;<a title="Posts by Charlie Sorrel" href="http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/author/mistercharlie/">Charlie Sorrel</a>&nbsp;<a href="mailto:wired@mistercharlie.co.uk"><img src="http://mobile.wired.com/gadgetlab/wp-content/themes/wired/images/envelope.gif" border="0" alt="Email Author" width="14" height="11" /></a></li>
<li>July 30, 2010 &nbsp;|</li>
<li>9:19 am &nbsp;|</li>
<li>Categories:&nbsp;<a title="View all posts in Phones" rel="category tag" href="http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/category/phones/">Phones</a></li>
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<p>You will not be surprised that the porn industry is all over the iPhone 4 like a bad case of the clap. The latest business opportunity is, almost inevitably, FaceTime, although it probably won&rsquo;t actually be called&nbsp;<em>Face</em>Time.</p>
<p>In the U.K., the ever-accurate&nbsp;<em>Daily Mail</em>&nbsp;reports that &ldquo;video-sex chat services [...] are hiring workers through internet adverts.&rdquo; These services would connect you one-on-one with the sex worker of your choice.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s a great idea. Because FaceTime is Wi-Fi only, you won&rsquo;t be surprised at the end of the month by huge and scary charges on your phone-bill. Another advantage is that, because it won&rsquo;t work over 3G, it&rsquo;s unlikely that the person on the plane next to you will be indulging. A phone would also seem to be the perfect place for this most personal kind of entertainment. As Quentin Boyer of adult production company Pink Visual told the&nbsp;<em>Mail</em>: &ldquo;A phone is such an intimate thing, you usually don&rsquo;t lend it out or have someone else use it.&rdquo; At least not without cleaning it first, we hope.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s often said that the porn industry drives technical innovation, but it might be more accurate to say that it is the ultimate early adopter. People scoffed at the idea of smut on cellphones until the iPhone made it easy to browse the web and the number of mobile porn sites took off. And the iPad, a device ridiculed for its lack of Adobe&rsquo;s Flash plug-in, has seen adult video sites rushing to re-encode their catalogs in the iPad-friendly Quicktime format. Pushing sex over video chat has been pointless until now but, as the number of customers with easy video-calling explodes, so will the business opportunities.</p>
<p>Being the sensationalist rag that it is, the&nbsp;<em>Mail</em>&nbsp;veers off into talk of the dangers to kids (&ldquo;children and sexual predators are often ahead of parents when comes to technology&rdquo;) and tries to make a case that Apple somehow doesn&rsquo;t like adult material on its devices (ridiculous, as Safari on the iPad is probably the best porn browser on the planet). But the best point in the article is made by adult actress Teagan Presley, who highlights a technical shortcoming of the face-to-face nature of video calls.</p>
<p>&ldquo;You can have the phone on your face, or other body parts,&rdquo; says Presley, &ldquo;but not both at the same time.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>Read More&nbsp;<a href="http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2010/07/porn-industry-aroused-by-iphone-facetime/#ixzz0vH4q6K2z">http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2010/07/porn-industry-aroused-by-iphone-facetime/#ixzz0vH4q6K2z</a></p>
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			<title><![CDATA[WTF: It's Why not What!]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/wtfitswhynotwhat.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<img src="http://www.heartsupport.com/images/bin/738.jpg" border="0" align="right" style="margin:10px 0 10px 10px;" /><p>WTF: It&rsquo;s not WHAT; it&rsquo;s WHY</p>
<p><br />We deal with all sorts of addictions. There are many things we  can tell  people about sex. At some point we will address aspects of sex  and  sexual addiction. To start, we decided to encourage people who are  not  married to wait to have sex.</p>
<p><br />We&rsquo;re sick of seeing campaign after campaign saying; &ldquo;Sex is bad! Don&rsquo;t do it!&rdquo; without giving any real reasoning as to why.</p>
<p><br />In the culture we live in today, people say that sex is a lot of things:<br />&nbsp;<br />Sex is bad.<br />&nbsp;<br />Sex is cheap.<br />&nbsp;<br />Sex isn&rsquo;t a big deal.</p>
<p>Sex is how you get what you want.<strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>We want to be a voice that says something different:</strong><br />&nbsp;<br />Sex is awesome.<br />&nbsp;<br />Sex was made for marriage.<br />&nbsp;<br />So please, take a moment to head over to the site and take a second to ask yourself&hellip; WTF?</p>
<p>WTF is progressive abstinence education and a program of <strong><a href="/" target="_blank">heart</a></strong><a href="/" target="_blank">support.com</a>.</p>
<p>When you get to the site you will see two options WHAT/WHY.</p>
<p>Just so we're clear on this... most of the WHAT section is a joke.</p>
<p>No, really.</p>
<p>In the WHAT section we want to take a second to go through every that   has been and is being done in the world of abstinence education...  from  celeb sex scandal videos to STD scare tactics, we wanted to get it  all  in to one place so that we could take you on a journey through  what  ISN'T working.&nbsp;</p>
<p>And, I mean, hey, with t-shirts that say things like "Virginity Rocks!" it's no wonder abstinence is a joke.</p>
<p>But after you take some time to go over what's wrong, head over the   WHY section and spend some time considering what we can start doing   right.</p>
<p>Explore the site. Get educated. Join the movement.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.wtf.info"><strong>WTF?</strong></a></p>
<p>Oh...my favorite part the music player at the top.</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[I just wanted to share a little something with you all...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/ijustwantedtosharealittlesomethingwithyouall.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Today is a VERY special day.</p>
<p>Today, August 4th, 2010 marks my FOUR YEAR anniversary of having won my battle against&nbsp;<a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichotillomania">Trichotillomania</a>.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I developed TTM when I was 12 years old and obsessively pulled out my hair [ALL OF MY HAIR] for the next 7 years. I don&rsquo;t know what your thoughts are, but I think that junior high and high school are hard enough years, without adding &ldquo;being bald&rdquo; to the list.</p>
<p>On August 4th 2006, my dear friend Sarah and I prayed and laid our hands on my head, begging God to heal me, and He did. I stopped that very day. If I ever needed any proof that we serve and active and compassionate God, that was it. I was at the point where I thought &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not going to have hair on my wedding day.&rdquo;</p>
<p>So now, 4 years later, my hair is down far past my shoulders and I am so, so thankful for every strand of it. Sometimes, when I dream, I still dream that I don&rsquo;t have hair, and when I wake up, I am so, so thankful that it&rsquo;s there. I rarely get hair cuts, despite being a cosmetologist, because I don&rsquo;t want to part with any of it.</p>
<p>So today, I just want to say... there is HOPE. There is real, living HOPE for you to overcome your battles with addiction, depression, anxiety, and whatever else it might be. I promise you there is. I've seen it in my own life.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Let's make today your anniversary too.</p>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 12:06:08 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[My story]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[User-Submitted]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/other/mystory15.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I never thought of myself as the depressive type. Though when I was younger I would sit at home and be thinking so much about mistakes I had made. I didn't even realize I was so sad until one day I found myself sitting in my closet staring at a gun, thinking about how easy it would have been to just end the sadness.<br /> <br /> I couldn't go through with it. I loved my family so much that something inside me wanted to stay alive so they wouldn't have to be sad. <br /> <br /> I never thought that it would come to that.<br /> <br /> I had been in church my whole life but never truly grasped what christianity was. Until the summer of 2008.<br /> <br /> I am still so sick of how I wear a mask over the real me still sometimes. I want to be an open book for everyone to read and to see how God has redeemed me. <br /> <br /> I'm getting better slowly through the help of my friends.  and I am slowly realizing how God can redeem me from my worst mistakes and make me whole again. <br /> I want others to know that they are not alone. That no one has condemned me for being depressive. Tell someone, because that was definitely the biggest help for me.</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Happy Birthday!]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Katie]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/happybirthday.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Well yesterday was my birthday. August the second marked my 26 years of life as Katie Green. 26 years this girl, this name, and in this body. Ive never been big on celebrating or throwing a party for myself. Its usually just a low key day which is exactly how this year was as well. i was having a conversation with a close friend, and we were recalling past memories, etc, and that was when it was mentioned about just how stinkin' lucky, or rather, more like what an AMAZING miracle it is, that after all the damage sabatoge and hell i have put my body through, i am even alive today. I've been told this before, but i guess it was in one ear, and out the other, because it just never really registered inside me as meaning anything special. However for the first time ever, yesterday i suddenly found myself &nbsp;connected enough to my body and mind to be able to agree. Wow! My life is a miracle. I AM alive today. I have planned my pitiful death more times than i could ever count, doctors have repeatedly told me i should be dead, I actually HAVE died, no pulse-code blue'd, while in the ER three times, but been zapped back to life all three. You could say it's coincidence but i know different. I am only alive today by a power other than my own. If it was up to me and my crazy brain, i'd be long gone years ago. (i praise God today that didn't happen!!) Also i thank God for the wonder of modern medicine these days, i marvel at its strength!... But nope,..this is different. This is reallyyy different. i am alive today by a power greater than those here on Earth or mans technology.I am here for a reason, for a purpose, I am here today living and breathing and writing this blog because God has a greater plan for me than to die in the Emergency room. What?!?! Yeah, you heard me. ;-)<br />I am talking a lot about myself here today... but you know what? This is my story. Plain and simple this is me, and this is how it is. And guess what? The same goes exactly for you. If you're alive and reading this today, it is for a reason. Whether you struggle with food personally, whether you can relate to this in anyway or not, every breath, every step, every day is a gift. Im not saying it's going to be a breeze, and i am definitely not saying the tough times end here at this realization, but what i am saying,is that perseverance and hard work is worth it even in the most cruddiest of all cruddy times. Even when you cannot see anything hopeful in front of you at the moment, your body is shaking and brain exploding and the only thing that seems to fix that problem is the McDonalds drive through, Jax Donuts, or 30 bucks of the candy section at Target.....believe me, there is hope. There is joy that cannot be found at the bottom of Chunky Monkey or in the layers of a Snickers bar. Hold on. Breathe. Keep going. Will yourself to push forward, pray pray pray. Then pray some more. Talk it out with God and those you trust around you. Find support within groups in your community, or online (like here at heartsupport!) to find people to talk with who really really completely understand. &nbsp;Each day &nbsp;is a gift from above. I know, the waiting process is hellish, the work is grueling &nbsp;and circumstances can suck, but it doesnt end there. You are here for a reason....yes, yes you are.</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Punch addiction in the neck...]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Mike Dyson]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/punchaddictionintheneck.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I just wrote one post.<br />I proceeded to scrap it. &nbsp;It may come back. I don&rsquo;t know. &nbsp;<br />I was reading other posts by the bloggers here onheartsupport and I needed to get something out&mdash;not that they were offending me or anything, more inspiring. &nbsp;I am having a difficult week. &nbsp;I have (re)turned to my addiction to false intimacy to help me cope with life. &nbsp;I hate it. &nbsp;It sucks.<br />But to me this is what addiction looks like. &nbsp;There are those who may say that because I constantly struggle with my past and present temptations that I am losing the battle, that I am failing. &nbsp;Some may even venture to question my faith or my reputation because of my mistakes. &nbsp;I have heard this point of view spewed from churches, friends, and holier than thou experts on the television for years. &nbsp;Every time I do I sink deeper into a funk, buying into the point of view that these people are selling. &nbsp;<br />In no way am I saying these people are wrong. &nbsp;What I am saying is that I so rarely hear a voice saying that no matter where you are, what you are doing, as long as you are making it to the next day, you are not failing. &nbsp;<br />I used to put certain people up on pedestals. &nbsp;<br />People who beat their addiction. &nbsp;<br />People who no longer had problems. &nbsp;<br />What&rsquo;s that? &nbsp;They still had problems?<br />Right. &nbsp;Well I never heard that part. &nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />I am a constantly recovering addict. &nbsp;<br />Every day I wake up and have the will to get out of bed I am punching addiction in the neck. &nbsp;<br />I just think that needed to be said.<br />&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />P.S. I love you for being strong enough to wake up today with an addiction and continuing to go on with life. For reals.</p>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>Im a 13 yr old femal who just got out of a mental rehabiltation center for a sucide attempt. i'm now out and i wanna attempt sucide again. i have confesed to my family that i was bi. i was disowned by them all. so i turned to the internet where i though ppl apprecaitted me in chat rooms. they would ask for my nude pictures and i would give them that. until one day i was told that i was found on a porn website. Im only 13 isn't that kiddie porn! I also i have been dealing with drug problems too. i would smoke weed, inhale cocaine and meth. also as of lately i have some one stalking me. they would call me and you can hear them masterbating in the background and talking dirty. at the end of it my name is always said. People always tell me find god and he will forgive you but i don't believe in a god so don't pray for me don't tell me to look for god. If god dislikes gay people and bi people then he an kiss my ass. so don't leave comments saying it's wrong just stop hating on us!</p>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>There are three very bad, yet defining things about me.<br /> 1.  Torrents, this has almost gotten me into legal trouble.<br /> 2.  Stealing,  I'm literally addicted to the point I don't even notice doing it.  Again, possible legal trouble.<br /> 3.  Porn, nothing new.  Not much legal trouble except the whole &gt;18 thing.<br /> I can help the torrenting, Its impossible to set up my wireless router to block p2p file sharing.  The stealing one is already explained.  Then theres the porn, which is kinda against itself with my owning my own computer.<br /> Please help, thanks,<br /> James<br /> <br /> P.S.  Also I saw you at the NYG.  Did you ever think that there was the words "your opinion" between "what is" and "circumsicion"?</p>]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Me too.]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/metoo.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>So I had a blog all planned out for this morning but then two things changed it...</p>
<p>1. Invisible Children tweeted a quote by Mother Teresa that said "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten <span style="text-decoration: underline;">we belong to each other</span>."</p>
<p>and</p>
<p>2. I was reading through all of the beautiful, heartfelt, encouraging, loving comments that you guys have left on the stories and blogs of others.</p>
<p><strong>heart</strong>support is a beautiful thing because it's not just a faceless organization. <strong>heart</strong>support is all of us. It's everyone reading this blog, it's everyone who has ever submitted a story or left a comment... <strong>heart</strong>support is a community of people journeying toward wholeness together.</p>
<p>One thing that I have learned over the years is that the two most deeply relieving words in the English language are "me too."</p>
<p>When you gathered up the incredible courage [because believe me, I know it isn't easy] to share your story on the site... you were giving others an opportunity to hear "me too."&nbsp;</p>
<p>When you took the time to leave a comment on someone's post letting them know that they aren't alone, that you love them and that you are praying for them, you were saying "me too."</p>
<p>And most importantly, we live in the reality of a Savior who came and died on the cross for us, so that He could say "Me too."</p>
<p>I just want to thank all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for creating this community of healing here on<strong> heart</strong>support. Thank you so much for being brave and sharing your stories and here, in our little corner of the internet, remembering that <span style="text-decoration: underline;">we belong to each other</span>.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>[P.S. Sorry for getting so sappy on you so early in the morning. ; )]</p>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I finally admitted something to a friend today that I needed to get off of my chest.  There has never been a time in my life that I can't remember NOT masturbating.  I did it even before I knew what it was.  <br /> Still even then I knew not to make it known to my parents.<br /> Early on in grade school, someone had us come look at what someone had thrown into a garbage can.  It was a dirty magazine, and the image is still burned into my mind as of this day. I remember finding some porn in my dad's drawer.  I remember reading dirty parts of books over and over again. More recently it has been stories online.<br /> I shared masturbation with my sister and cousin during the confusing teen years.  I hate myself for it.  <br /> As a single woman, I felt okay spending hours working on myself, but as a married woman that was something I tried not to do.  It only went well when things were going well.  <br /> Recently I have been touched by the testimonies of two people on staff at my church and how they are battling sexual/porn addiction.<br /> And I am moved by their openness and honesty, which is why I confessed today.  And I came home and installed the free accountability program, and found this site.<br /> This is the deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret a woman, a married woman, in ministry can have.  And I intend to beat it with the help of Jesus, friends, support groups, and lots of prayer.  Please pray with me.  Thank you.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 09:50:58 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Power of Drugs]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>The Power of Drugs-Drug addict dies 11 minutes<br /> <br /> The I Did Not Know book, which I wrote, mainly speaks about drug usage and abuse. Drugs were here on earth before any of us were born. Many people began using drugs in their teen years. When that is done, it is a child&rsquo;s brain up against a 1000 years old clever substance. No matter what age you are today, drugs are older than you are. Since that is so, which do you think is more subtle and cleverer? Well, drugs are.<br /> <br /> The book I&rsquo;ve written speaks about the many events you&rsquo;ll experience, because of using and abusing drugs. My first drug usage was marijuana. I was 14 years old at the time. Suddenly, my 24th birthday came, and I was still using drugs. A subtle work was performed on my brain. I thought I was only going to use marijuana, until drugs empowered me to elevation.<br /> <br /> The addiction from this drug empowered me to try one drug after another. After reading the I Did Not Know book, you will understand the type of empowerment I&rsquo;m speaking about. Never in a million years did I believe I&rsquo;d ever be convinced to using heroin, cocaine, dippers, pre-mo, valiums, Tylenol 3&rsquo;s &amp; 4&rsquo;s, codeine pills, syrup, hard liquor, beer, or any other chemical that works against my health. After using as well as abusing all those drugs, do you think my brain system is normal? Wow, marijuana surely worked subtle and clever work on me. Actually, most of the problems my life faced were because of drugs being in my presence and in my body.<br /> <br /> One day, while I was getting high, death literarily became my experience. My heart stopped beating for 11 minutes. Then, I went into a coma, and stayed in it for ten days. While being in the coma, my brain functions were being reconfigured. Doctors said, &ldquo;If he ever awakes from this coma, his brain would live in a &ldquo;vegetated state&rdquo;. More than 17 years has now passed, and my brain and body is still being rehab. After experiencing a horrible tragedy such as this, I was left with only these words to say, &ldquo;I Did Not Know&rdquo; drugs would cause damage to my body, and destroy my athletic dreams both at the same time&rdquo;. Wow, what great power drugs have!<br /> <br /> If you are on drugs today, I advise you to go and get Jesus cleansing. Jesus has helped, cleansed, and forgiven me time after time, and that is why I&rsquo;m back on the right track. Jesus will either pull you out of a pit, or prevent you from falling/jumping into one.<br /> <br /> In St. Louis, Mo, in the year of 2009, there was a recorded 143 murders. In 2008, there were 167 murders, 237 forcible rapes; 2, 634 robberies; 4, 345 aggravated assaults; 7, 274 burglaries; 17, 328 larceny thefts; 5, 841 vehicle thefts. <br /> <br /> Ninety percent of the crimes committed were probably by a bunch of drug users. If you continue using drugs, you just might experience one of the above-mentioned crimes. Why continue watching madness take place? Are we really trying to do something to conquer crimes? We pray about it all the time. We have faith that something can be done, but where are our works.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 09:49:08 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Is pornography hijacking our sexuality?]]></title>
			<author><![CDATA[Krissee Danger]]></author>            <link>http://www.heartsupport.com/blogs/addiction/ispornographyhijackingoursexuality.html</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Check out <a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2010/07/28/am.intv.dines.pornland.cnn?hpt=C2">this</a> awesome video Kevin, one of our bloggers, sent to me on CNN.com about the effects of pornography on our sexuality.&nbsp;</p>
<p>We'd love to hear your thoughts on it!</p>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:32:50 -0400</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Life is so Gay.]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>There is no easy way to begin with this subject. So, how about I start at the beginning:<br /> <br /> My parents are nine years apart, met in the military, married 6 months after meeting, had children not too much later. Four children total, me being the third child.<br /> <br /> The marriage was never easy for the two. In the beginning, I would assume it was bearable, but in the later years this was not the case. <br /> <br /> My parents quit having sex about two years after my younger sister was born, so about the time I was 6. <br /> <br /> My father took out his anger through physical and mental abuse. This was, for some odd reason, to all except for me. Somehow I was not abused nor did I notice this abuse til I was older, near the end of it all. But my father would hurt all of my siblings and my mother. So much so, that it caused my older sister to go through a horrible spout of deep depression. She spent the least amount of time possible at home. My brother went to drugs as a means for relief. I am unaware how my mother dealt with all of this.<br /> <br /> At one point in time, when my family went to a very conservative Presbyterian church, my mother went to speak to a pastor about the abuse and the problems in the home, but was dismissed because my father had told him that nothing was wrong.<br /> <br /> When I was 12, and in 7th grade, my parents began to fight nearly nightly, and my father started up a relationship with a married woman, and moved out of the house by late November, early December. That year was my first Christmas without my father, and being a daddy's-girl, that was torture.<br /> <br /> Well, that summer, we moved to Topeka, KS so that my mom could live near her mother for the financial support she needed while she finished nursing school.<br /> <br /> A couple years later, my mom opened up to us children about being lesbian. Something she had been trying to suppress since she was in high school. She thought that marrying would change the way she felt about women, because growing up Christian, she had been taught that  being gay was wrong. <br /> <br /> I was also raised to believe this too. However, as time has passed, though I do not like what they do, I cannot condemn them for it. For even though they are going against the bible by doing all this, I break at least half of the 10 commandments nearly daily. That which is written about homosexuality is not even one of the ten commandments. <br /> <br /> Almost every "true" Christian I have talked to completely dislikes gays and everything the word stands for. One man even tried to tell me that anyone who has sex with someone of the same gender can never get into heaven. When I brought up what Jesus had said, and all the verses that spoke of forgiveness at the time of judgment because of the death of Jesus, he still could not see the arrogance of his statement.<br /> <br /> I really would like to raise awareness of gays. Being gay is not a choice and we cannot condemn people for the way they are born. Hating gays is no different than hating blacks or Hitler's hate for Jews.<br /> <br /> Please comment and give me advice. It is really hard to have a gay mother and conservative Christian friends.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 18:47:47 -0400</pubDate>
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