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Finding a Place of Peace: Overcoming Addiction and Embracing Recovery

 By Stephen C. Schultz


Leaves fluttered to the ground as a crisp wind bit my cheeks. The tears welling up in my eyes were not born of emotion but of the chill in the air. The small creek to my left meandered down the canyon. The soft gurgling sound of running water as it crossed over ageless boulders was like music to my ears. A flock of mallards bobbed their heads and glided effortlessly in the current as the water swirled into a back eddy just around the next curve. This was truly a Place of Peace.


For many families and individuals alike, finding a place of peace seems like a fleeting proposition. Whether it's a teenager, husband, or wife, addiction is no respecter of persons or societal status. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. It brings emotional pain, family discord, and misery to everyone it touches.

Addiction is a liar. It tells us there is no problem. It tells us we can handle it. It seduces us into believing that any problems or personal issues are not of our own making but are caused by others. It convinces us that our narrow escapes from family and work failures are due to our exceptionally intuitive and skillful insight. All lies!

Below are some blog posts that discuss the principles surrounding addiction, recovery, and sobriety. There will be mountains to climb and moments of instability underfoot. However, things can get better. I hope these articles are helpful and lead you down the pathway to a Place of Peace.


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Ryan K Biddulph said…
Inspiring Stephen. Ownership of addiction seems to be the turning point. If you own it, you can choose to live with it or be free of it.
November 20, 2018 at 2:59 PM
Stephen C. Schultz said…
Thank you Ryan for your comment. So true...ownership is the key!
November 20, 2018 at 3:19 PM
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