I had to be broken to be made whole My name is Jessica, and I am a grateful believer in Jesus Christ. I suffer from hurts, habits and hang-ups, but I celebrate recovery from drugs and alcohol. I was born into the cycle of addiction; both my parents were alcoholics and drug addicts. My father was very abusive to my mother, almost killing her on several occasions. My childhood was one traumatic event after another. I lived in constant fear of what each day would bring, till eventually that fear became a “Who cares? It can’t get much worse” attitude. My parents divorced when I was around 8. I felt completely alone, unloved and not accepted at home. So at a young age I started to believe that no one really cares, and being close to other people was hard for me. I had a twisted view of God. I believed that if there was a God, He was unfair. My road of bad choices and addiction began at the age of 13. Drinking, smoking and doing drugs became a way of life for me. At the age of 13 I had already lost my virginity, ran away several times and rebelled at all authority. At 15 I couldn’t find a job, much less support myself another way, so I stepped into the dark and twisted world of adult entertainment. This went on till I met my first husband. I was 17 when we met and he thought I was 22. We married and I went back to school and got my GED and Associates in Accounting. I gave birth to my first daughter at the age of 19. We had begun using meth and drinking a good bit. Then we began selling meth. As soon I was making enough money selling, I once again ran away. I moved out into my own place, going into the adult entertainment business again, but this time just as a place to sell drugs. Partying and this fast life had drawn me back again. This next phase of my life is where I had to be broken to be made whole. Alcohol got a grip on me like no other drug ever had. I would go to work and do everything I felt I was supposed to, like clean, cook dinner, bathe the kids – the whole time drinking daily. This behavior continued till I got my first DUI. I flipped end over end, walking away with a few scratches from a vehicle that was completely totaled. I was taken to jail, blew twice the legal limit. I can see where God was trying to get my attention here. I would like...