A story of recovery from personal hurts, habits, and hang-ups. Also, the journey of a codependent wife dealing with her husband's addiction to prescription painkillers. Recovering from the grief of his death.
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1. My Story Jill Broyles Fall 2011
2. Thank you for this chance to share my story. Every time
Iretrace the steps of my journey, God reveals more and moreof the
truth; and with that truth, comes freedom andhealing, as well as
the assurance that I have never walkedalone. With the recent deaths
of celebrities who have abusedprescription medicine and with the
loss of many right herein our community, I thought this might be a
good time to tellmy story. 5 years ago, I lost my husband to an
addictionthat began with prescription drugs; and clearly, at
manytimes during my life, Ive struggled with hurts, habits,
andhang-ups of my own. I pray that God will use ourexperiences to
touch lives for Jesus. Certainly, the gospel ofgrace and the
glorious news of the Resurrection areproclaimed for people like
us.
3. My story starts back in 1955. I grew up as a tomboy
inbetween two brothers. My dad, who passed away in 2007, wasmy best
friend, and even though I knew he loved me, I workedhard to win his
approval. My mother was a good mom whowas, sadly, in fragile health
for much of her life. As I got older, Ifound myself assuming the
role of family caretaker at a timewhen I myself longed to be
nurtured and emotionally close.Instead, I became self-reliant,
emotionally detached, andsuperficial in my relationships with
family and friends.Thankfully, we attended a church in Denver where
I learnedabout God and discovered my identity in Christ. In high
school, Iattended a Billy Graham crusade and committed my life to
Jesus.I remember being so grateful for the unconditional love of
aSavior who knows everything about me and accepts me just as Iam. A
few years later, we lost my mom to emphysema. Herdeath exposed
layers of heartache in me that only God couldheal.
4. After my moms death, I moved to Loveland. I graduallybecame
acquainted with people and made friends, but mylonging for
closeness and affection led me into a number ofunhealthy
relationships, and I made some poor choices andengaged in behaviors
that were clearly outside of Gods will.The magazines that came
wrapped in brown paper did littleto satisfy my longing for real
intimacy. I am so grateful thatGod intervened and took me out
ofinappropriate, codependent relationships that I knew werewrong,
but that I felt powerless to change. During this painfultime, I was
diagnosed with depression and had to take a leaveof absence from
work. I did a lot of soul-searching and spentmany hours reading the
Bible. I sought Christian counselingand asked God for forgiveness.
Soon, I began to sense theconfidence and peace that I had
experienced when I firstaccepted Christ.
5. It wasnt long before I met myhusband, Zenon, here at
LifeSpring. He was thefriendly gentleman in the white shirt and
fashionabletie who sang behind me in the choir. He was a
giftedmusician with a sensitive spirit and the heart of aservant,
and his love for God was an inspiration tomany. He had a good job,
he loved the DallasCowboys, and he had a weakness for his
motherstamales. Within weeks, we began dating. As in
allrelationships, there were obstacles to overcome, butboth of us
had high hopes for a long and happy futuretogether. In June of
1993, Zenon and I got married andwere soon blessed with two
wonderful sons, Samuel(in 1994) and Jonathan (in 1996).
6. Zenon battled chronic back pain and suffered
fromdebilitating migraines and depression for much of hisadult
life. Early on, I became concerned about hisreliance on
prescription drugs for pain management, butdeluded myself into
believing that as long as his doctorwas prescribing the pills, they
must be safe. Zenonsdrug use soon escalated to addiction. In 1996,
he washospitalized after a near-fatal overdose of Vicodin
andPercocet. He spent several days in a detox facilityand, upon
release, seemed committed to using his painmedications responsibly.
It didnt takelong, however, for him to relapse. Oxycontin
andOxycodone became his new drugs of choice.
7. I was in denial about how serious his drug habitwas and
tried to overlook his self-medicating andhis rush from doctor to
doctor to get pills. Irationalized his behavior and even popped a
fewpain pills myself when the stress became toogreat. Reality
finally kicked in when Zenon wasarrested for prescription fraud in
1997. One of hisdoctors recommended an out-patient
methadonetreatment program in Denver, and Zenon faithfullymade that
drive down I-25 to participate in theprogram every day for five
years.Unfortunately, during this time, he continued toget
prescriptions for pain pills and began usingillegal drugs as
well.
8. By this time, it was difficult for me to separate theman I
married from the addiction that controlled him. Iknew in my heart
that it was irresponsible for me to stayin the marriage as it was
and put our children atrisk, but denial, pride, and a fear of being
aloneparalyzed me from taking any action. In my efforts tonot rock
a sinking boat, I enabled Zenon in hisaddiction, and we quickly
became a codependent familydrowning in dysfunction. Zenons health
issues anddrug use affected his ability to hold down a job.
Westruggled financially for years, relying on my dad, familyand
friends, payday loans, and pawn shop deals to helpmake ends meet.
The worries about money wereoverwhelming to me and left me
emotionally andfinancially bankrupt.
9. It was then that I realized that my life hadbecome
unmanageable and that I waspowerless over the dysfunction in my
life. Ineeded a recovery program. I began attendingCelebrate
Recovery and joined a Christ-centered12-step group. Being able to
be open andhonest with others in a safe place was critical atthat
point in my life. Deep down, I hoped thatZenon would start
attending Celebrate Recoveryas well, and that one day, we would
share ourjourney in recovery together. It was not to be.
10. Several months later, Zenon received a summons toappear on
another, more serious drug charge. Onenight, I found him cowering
in a closet when he thoughtthe police were at our door. Declaring
that he wouldrather die than spend another night in jail, he fled
to hisfamily home in Texas. Two days later, his brother calledwith
the devastating news that Zenon had passed away.He collapsed in his
parents home and died on the wayto the hospital. The emergency room
doctor told thefamily that the damage was so great that there
wasnothing that could have been done to save him. Theautopsy report
confirmed this. Zenon died of mixeddrug intoxication and
respiratory failure caused by yearsof drug abuse. He was 48 years
old.
11. The last year of our marriage was very difficult; daysand
nights filled with anxious moments, angryaccusations, and lies. I
wanted Zenon to be honest withme about his addiction, but I was
afraid to face the truth.I watched helplessly as his health
deteriorated and hisspirit faded. On several occasions, I wanted to
take him tothe emergency room, but he refused to go. I
probablyshould have insisted that he be admitted to a
court-ordered, long-term treatment program, but I had losthope.
Zenon had been in and out of treatment programsfor years without
any lasting change; and besides, Iquestioned, how does someone like
Zenon cope withlegitimate pain?
12. In despair, I turned my will over to God. I believe now
thatwhen I gave up control, admitted that I could not fix things,
andhumbly asked God for help, He began a new work in us. Psalm91
says that God will deliver us from danger, even when we arecaught
in a trap of this world. I believe that in taking Zenonhome, God
kept His promise to protect us and delivered Zenonfrom a dark and
dangerous trap that is destroying more andmore families everyday.
To this day, I dont know the details ofwhere Zenon went in the wee
hours of the morning or fromwhom he got the drugs. It is enough for
me to know that Godslove and mercy kept our family out of harms way
and that Hisangels kept watch over us. Certainly, I recognize that
theconsequences of Zenons addiction and of my codependencecould
have been far more tragic, and perhaps even violent.Through many
dangers, toils, and snares we have alreadycome; twas Grace that
brought us safe thus far, and Grace willlead us home.
13. I miss Zenon. The boys miss their dad. I cant begin
tounderstand how God works, but I do know that He doeswork and that
Hes bringing joy and purpose in thoseplaces in our lives where we
had only pain and conflict.Zenon was at his best when singing and
playing his guitarin praise and worship bands in local churches.
Amidstdifficulties with chronic illness and addiction, he
foundrelease in lifting his heartfelt praise to God. In doing so,
hetouched thousands of lives for Jesus. Zenons music is agift to
our family and a legacy to all who loved him. As afollower of
Christ, Zenon may have lost the battle, but hedidnt lose the war.
Victory is his in Jesus. I am confidentthat God will use our loss
for greater good in our lives andin the lives of others, and we are
at peace knowing thatZenon is finally free.
14. I am so glad that God uses us even in ourbrokenness. I
thank Him for His faithfulness to me inevery aspect of life and for
the freedom Ive found inChrist. Being involved in a Celebrate
Recovery ministryand in a small group helped me learn to
takeresponsibility for my role in the dysfunction of ourfamily and
to trust God with my weaknesses andmistakes, as well as my
strengths and hopes. Myrecovery, in turn, has touched the lives of
ourchildren, and for that I am truly grateful. Thank youfor sharing
in our healing by listening to my story.
15. "Cry Out To Jesus" To everyone whos lost someone they love
Long before it was their time You feel like the days you had were
not enough when you said goodbye And to all of the people with
burdens and pains Keeping you back from your lifeYou believe that
theres nothing and there is no one Who can make it right
16. There is hope for the helpless Rest for the weary Love for
the broken heart There is grace and forgiveness Mercy and
healingHell meet you wherever you areCry out to Jesus, Cry out to
Jesus
17. For the marriage thats struggling just to hang on They lost
all of their faith in love Theyve done all they can to make it
right again Still its not enoughFor the ones who cant break the
addictions and chains You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that youre not alone in your shame And your
suffering
18. There is hope for the helpless Rest for the weary Love for
the broken heart There is grace and forgiveness Mercy and
healingHell meet you wherever you areCry out to Jesus, Cry out to
Jesus
19. When youre lonely And it feels like the whole world is
falling on you You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus Cry to
Jesus To the widow who suffers from being alone Wiping the tears
from her eyesFor the children around the world without a home Say a
prayer tonight
20. There is hope for the helpless Rest for the weary Love for
the broken heart There is grace and forgiveness Mercy and
healingHell meet you wherever you areCry out to Jesus, Cry out to
Jesus
21. Celebrate Recovery Meetings Crossroads TimberlineFridays
7:00 10:00 Thursdays 6:30-9:00 Contact: Dana Cramer Contact: Chad
Stone (970-481-7379) (970-482-4387) Grace Place (Berthoud) The
Landing (for teens) Wednesdays 7:00-9:30 Mondays 6:30-8:30 Contact:
Mark Johnson Bonnie Baker Clinton (970-532-9886) (970-213-1946)
Crossroadshttp://saddleback.com/aboutsaddleback/signatureministries/celebraterecovery/