The Whole Truth: Part 3

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This portion of my story is where not only is my faith in God’s grace is tested everyday but yours will be tested too. This is where the rubber meets the road when it comes to forgiveness. Will you be able to forgive me? Or will you turn your head in disgust? There’s nothing that can’t be covered by the blood, right? No sin too big, no sin too small. As I said before, if you have an issue with what I write here today please unfollow me and keep the comments empty of negativity.

After the loss of my twins I spent many months soaked in alcohol and marijuana. The people around me just picked up with their lives and kept going but I couldn’t. No one would bring up the loss. No one asked me how are you doing? I get that most didn’t have the skills, but I felt like a disease at times. Like that whole part of me was to be avoided and tossed under the carpet. So that’s what I did. Shoved it to the back of my mind. Until I would get very drunk, then it would come to the forefront and I would cry uncontrollably. My relationship with “D” was getting worse by the day because of my consistent partying. Luckily, Lexi was taken care of by her dad and by the help of my sister.

I found myself pregnant in February. Not even a year after the twins’ death. At first I was shocked. Then I was happy. Then I started to bleed. Then I freaked out. Then I decided to call and make an appointment for an abortion.

My reasoning, which makes no sense now but at that time it did, was I can’t love and lose another! I simply can’t. I went through with the abortion. The shame I feel even as I write it is overwhelming, so spare me your opinions. I lied and told those around me that knew I was pregnant, that I miscarried. My marriage ended in infedility on his part by that November. And I was starting to add a few other drugs to my cigarettes, alcohol and marijuana. This is where my first abuse of Vicodin would start. And where I would dabble with coccaine.

A few short years later I would find myself along with Lexi, living with a man 10 years my senior. We would have all night parties every weekend. I would abuse coccaine every single weekend, then pick up and live what people would think was a normal life throughout the week. I purposely stayed with this guy “T” because he had a vasectomy done prior to our meeting. I wouldn’t go to baby showers, I wouldn’t go to hospitals when friends had their babies. I wouldn’t go to funerals either. I would never have another child and him having a vasectomy was my assurance of that…until.

I didn’t have a period. I went to the doctor and I was pregnant! What?? When I told “T” I was pregnant, he told me not to tell anyone until he went to the doctor and got himself checked. That hurt me deep down to think he didn’t trust me. But then again looking back, he had been hurt alot before me. Sure enough his vasectomy hadn’t been successful and he was now happy with me. What a mess I was in now. Carry a child, love it and lose it, no thanks. Selfish, backward thinking, I know.

I will spare you the details on the “procedure” they call abortion. It’s a cruel process. In my experience the people, doctors and nurses, are usually hardened individuals who don’t have any compassion. They treat you almost as if they’re thinking…”Look at you and look at what you’re doing. Shame on you.” All the while they’re just as guilty and just as much a part of the crime. There’s a counselor of sorts who talks to you prior to the procedure. But they’re more like a wall that you can bounce thoughts off of, but the thoughts come back to you the same as when you threw them against the wall. Telling you what you want to hear. The counselor seems to have the same air about her as do the nurse and doctor. Like they’re glad it’s not them in your shoes, but gladly will take your money and yell…Next!

There’s a room you lay in to the recover. I remember laying down and looking over at another woman. She must have gone in before me. Not a tear, not a sigh came from her. She looked inconvenienced and in a hurry to get to feeling better so she could get up and go about her day. But maybe she just put up that wall that so many women in that position do. I will never ever forget the regret and shame that washed over me at that moment. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t something I should’ve done. I didnt belong there. An irreversible moment! It wasn’t something I did to offend someone and that I could go find that person and beg their forgiveness. It wasn’t something I could clean up with a dish towel or put back together with some tape and glue. It was over and couldn’t be undone.

The next two years after that would be where the addiction completely took over my being. I found that if I used Vicodin that it would give me the same or close to it, high as coccaine. I would take 7 to 10 of the extra strength 750mg Vicodin a day. And when I couldn’t get those I’d take percoset, morphine, darvocet, oxycodone, norcos…you name it. I’d take valium to sleep after smoking a joint or two each night. And would continue with alcohol and coccaine on the weekends.

So you see, I’ve punished myself plenty over my actions. I found the things that could take pain away…but the reality is that they caused me more pain. Always Aug 28th you’d find me in a worse state because it was the date of my twins and I couldn’t handle it.

In 2007-2008 I would ended up  addicted to methadone and going to a methadone clinic each day to be given a dose. In my opinion, their reasoning was to help the addict by giving them something they could control and make money off of the addict. I would tell them I was looking to quit but I knew they could give me what I wanted. So everyday I’d wake at 7am and go down the road, walk into this “clinic” wait until they called my number. If I didn’t go in the morning then I missed my dose and there was no way I was  missing that. I don’t think I ever overslept and missed showing up there.

This is an extra thought for those of you struggling with addiction or close to someone who is addicted…An addict will do, say, think, plot, plan anything and everything to get their fix. If you don’t believe me, take a drive to the parts of your town where the homeless gather. Just look up out your window and simply look at each them, their clothes, their bodies, their desperation. You’ll see it.

Back to the story. (How I wish it was just a story) There was this foundation of Sunday school from my dad and with it a hunger for God. Even though He was a punishing, wagging His finger at me kind of God, I still longed to please him one day. I started reading my bible a little, while being high. I’d drive around for hours getting my pills, because I took more than what I was being given at the clinic. Then I’d go to a bible study high. I was searching for a way out. I then tried to detox myself from methadone. But it didn’t work. I ended up taking many, many Vicodin to fill in the withdrawal and stop it but I ended up taking too many.

I went to the ER that night and woke up in a room to dry out. It wasn’t a fancy rehab facility with doctors and nurses in crisp white uniforms willing to lend you a shoulder to cry on. It was more like, “You’ll stay in this room tonight. It’s a rubber bed and here’s a sheet if you want one.” No one came in to check on me. I woke to realize I was put in a room where if I needed to throw up or do anything else disgusting, it could all be hosed down after I left.

I got up, went to the woman in her office with that “I’ve had enough” air about her and asked to check myself out and could I use her phone to get a ride. I called who I always referred to as “My pill lady” and she was more than happy to come get me. Drug dealers know how to hook you. I know it’s cliché to hear tha, but it’s so very true. They are your friend, they’re kind to you and do the whole sympathetic thing so you gain trust in them and they fill you up and let your tab rack up until they show their true colors.

I left  “T” that next day for good. You see, he was an addict too with his “Let’s do some coke” statement every Fri. But because I was a pill popper who did her drug of choice every single day and he only on the weekends, thought he was above me somehow. Many of my friends and family had that thinking…they had a handle on their substance abuse but I didn’t. Ergo I’m the pathetic one who needed help, while they did not. Sadly some of them are still telling themselves these lies and look at me now wondering how I came out and they didn’t. Three letters y’all…G.O.D.

I met Mike, who is now my husband, four days later. We would party and carry on and find ourselves living with my dad and don’t forget Lexi once again being moved and asked to attend a new school.

In January 2009 I was addicted to Vicodin, alcohol, marijuana and cigarettes and I would once again find myself pregnant.

The reason I’m writing this series in chunks and leaving cliffhangers isn’t because I’m trying to captivate my audience. It’s because I’m sorting out the beans before I spill them. I’m also taking time to think and write in other ways about each section as a chance to heal. Some of the poems I post have been dark but these were dark years of my life. 

Also if you know anyone who has had an abortion or is facing the decision please send this series to them. Those are the ones I want to reach. I have sympathy for them and I have the Lord to share with them. 

I will be coming back to this portion about the abortions and how God has been healing me and changing me. But there is more of the story to tell first.

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Amy Blount

I'm a stay at home wife and mother of 3. My oldest is 23 who lives at home because she is a delight and is autistic. My other 2 are in elementary school. They are all 3 girls. Raising an autistic daughter isn't the same as raising ones without. So it's like starting anew with some things. I will partly write about this. I have overcome many addictions with the only Savior Jesus for 8yrs. I will also write partly on addiction and how I see it and overcame it. I believe you will find my musings encouraging, helpful and sometimes a bit funny since I tend to be someone who holds nothing back. The purpose of my blog at first was to use it as an outlet, a way to get things out of mind and onto paper. But it has turned into a place I can go to encourage others with a short story, poem or to simply talk and try to relate. I just started blogging a month ago (April 2018) I wish I would've done it sooner! I promise to never try to sell you anything but Jesus' love. Be patient as this site may take on a few changes as I try to find my place in it and where I want it to go. I have many ideas swirling...stick around! Thanks for reading.

41 thoughts on “The Whole Truth: Part 3”

  1. Amy, I am thankful to Jesus for saving you again and again as He does with all of us in all our sin.

    I am thankful you found someone to have a loving relationship with and thankful your life is now stable.

    I am sorry for the loss of your daughters and other babies.

    I can see now why you focused on children in Heaven 🙂

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  2. I thank God for giving you the courage to share your past. My prayer is that this BLOG series will inspire those who may currently be dealing with the things you’ve dealt with to say to themselves, “If God can deliver Amy, He can do the same for me.”

    Blessings to you, Amy

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    1. Thank you Marques that is my prayer too! I’ve got one or two more to go in this telling. Where God steps in and shows me What kind of God he truly is. So many out there look at God like I did. Some punishing disapproving God. So not true, and I have a way to show whoever that truth

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  3. Your courage in telling your story is going to help others who face similar problems. Every action against God seems impossible to forgive, but our God looks beyond the ugliness and only sees the sacrifice that Jesus made
    To purchase our forgiveness.

    No sin is too small or too big. I think the
    Problem lies with us. God forgives us, but we have a hard time forgiving ourselves. Thanks for sharing this with us.

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      1. I think we all have those secret sins that gnaw at our hearts and the devil takes advantage of that. We hang onto the past so much that we can’t move forward. What you’re doing will help the healing process

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  4. Wow, Amy…I’m so very sorry for all that you have been through… so much heartache! My heart breaks for you. But I know God will use this series that you are writing to touch the hearts of so many in need of hope! God bless you greatly for your courage! ❤ ❤

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  5. Hi Amy, I don’t think that there are many of us who haven’t done things we’re not proud of, certainly myself included. There have been times when the memories of things I’ve done in the past have come to my mind and there are no words to excuse them or wipe out their memory from my mind, except the words that Jesus uttered on the cross when He said “It is finished”. He did for us what we could never do, all of us, and the long and the short of it is that we all need a Savior, to wipe out the debt that we couldn’t repay or make right. Only Jesus could and He did and then to show that His sacrifice was ordained and accepted by the Father, He rose from the dead and His Spirit lives within us now. I understand how forgiving yourself can be hard, but you can because He already has. When past memories surface, which happens to me from time to time, I remember what the Apostle Paul said in Philippians 3:13-14 NIV “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” We have been reborn, having been buried with Christ and now risen with Him in our Spirit. That old you is dead and your new life now lives in Him. You are a child of God and deeply loved by Him beyond what you can imagine. I am honored to call you my sister in the Lord. May our gracious and loving heavenly Father bless this work He is doing in and through you, in Christ our Lord.

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    1. Bruce, thanks I so appreciate all your words and the scriptures are awesome to see that I could use them with this. I am moved beyond words over everyone’s kind words. Not one has unfollowed me yet which I thought would happen for sure. I am glad to see so many who have grasped what grace means, even horizontally in our lives.

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  6. Oh Amy…God is so working in your life! He knows the end from m the beginning (Isaiah 46:10) and it is His perfect timing that you are sharing your story. This will help countless people…I’m sure of it. May He continue to bless you as you get it all sorted out. As I said before, you have encouraged me to share more of my own and will prayerfully consider His timing on that for me as well.

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      1. Amy, I can’t believe I’m only just seeing all these posts. I apologize: I didn’t see any notifications until today, and then there were SO MANY! I had to read them all.
        I LOVE how God is bringing other people to your post, this blog. I anticipated lots of encouraging replies; I’m blown away by how God showered you with His love and encouragement and His tender loving care.
        You are so cool. Your posts show God’s clear and evident Hand in your life; and show your obedience to Him.
        God bless you! ❤

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  7. Those must have been some very hard times. Only you have lived your struggles. God knows what you have been through and loves you at all times. He wants you to be honest with Him no matter how raw the truth is. Praying for you, Amy!

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  8. Hey girl! I can’t add much validity to the comments already made. Every comment is spot on and heart felt. You are strong! You are a child of God! That my friend says it all. Thank you for sharing your soul scars. You have reminded me that my savior loves me despite me. I forget that often. No one deserves His grace. Your sins are no different than mine. His love never changes. Love you friend.

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  9. Praise the Lord he delivered you from your addiction and you are now walking by faith in Jesus Christ, by his grace which set you free.

    Everyone who is a child of God has been delivered from darkness and brought into God’s wonderful light, so not one of us has the right to feel superior to you, for none of us were saved by our own righteousness. We were all dead in sins before Jesus set us free.

    So, thank you for sharing your story. Glory to God for what he is doing in and through your life and witness, Amy. Love you. ❤

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      1. I am, thank you! We just finished moving from a 1-bedroom apartment on a second floor (19 steps) to a 2-bedroom apartment on the first floor, so we are exhausted. But, we are thankful for the additional space.

        Now I have a room where I can work at a desk and I can start writing songs again because I can also have my keyboard next to me and a place to do home recording, too. I have not had that this past year, so this is very welcome, and I am so grateful.

        I hope you are doing well, too, and that the Lord is giving you much healing over your past life by you writing out your testimony on your blog. I have family members who share many similarities with you in your testimony, and they, too, have gone public with their testimonies in order to help others who are where they were. So, glory to God for what he has done and is doing through your life and testimony, too.

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  10. I waited until tonight to read this to ensure I would not be interrupted and have the time to digest everything. I must say I am glad I did!

    Amy, this is powerful! This is raw and honest. The way it should be and the way God wanted it.

    I have friends who have had abortions, friends addicted to anything you can think of and one thing is constant…God restores!

    You said once that me being open about my past helped you to not be afraid to open up and share…or something to that affect. But it is you, right now, dear friend who is the inspiration. I know that the story is not easy to tell. But I feel God moving in such a way that many who read this post, will not unfollow you as you thought, but will be sharing their story with boldness because of this.

    Look at the love in these amazing comments. I read them all and have been deeply touched by each one!

    Your ministry, that you desired, started with the beginning of The Whole Truth. I so look forward to watching it grow.

    God bless sis! Love ya!!

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