— My Testimony —
Dear friend, I want to tell you what happened to me; not because I want to talk about myself, but because I want to bring you hope…soulHOPE. Years ago, my friend who is a pastor, asked me to tell my story to his congregation. What you read here is what I read to them. I hope it helps you. —Don Mondell
Addictions, anxiety, fear — how God fixed a broken man.
I was once addicted to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, and later I was a workaholic.
Whenever I told this story in the past, I would mention events of drug overdose, crime, violence and some of the horrific things I did to myself and to others during my addictions. I don’t want to talk about those things this time. Now I want to focus on something different.
You see, while my addictions were a serious problem, they weren’t the main problem. My addictions were simply a symptom of a much deeper problem.
I’m almost 60 years old now and I haven’t been an addict for over three decades. But, it wasn’t until my late 40’s that I fixed that deeper problem.
It would be easy to say that the reason I became an addict, was because alcoholism ran in my family. There is no doubt that alcoholism in my family helped influence me toward addictions. But I want to tell you about why I HID in my addictions. I want to tell you about that deeper problem.
And that deeper problem, my real problem, was fear.
I’m not talking about fear of death. I’m not talking about fear of pain. I’m not talking about fear of evil. I’m talking about a much more sinister & slippery fear.
I’ll tell you in detail about that fear, but first, listen to what fear caused me to do.