FREDDIE - TESTIMONY

​Hi I am Freddie I am 35 year old recovering drug addict.
Started using drugs at the age of 17, to fit into a crowd that I Thought the world off not knowing what the effect this would have on my life.

 As my biological mother abandoned I at the age of two, it had a negative effect on my future 
Life, telling myself that I am an outcast was a big lie sadly I believed myself and this big lie destroyed me.
 
I am blessed to have two awesome parents (Ernie and Ronel Cox) they always gave me the best that could did whatever and everything a parent could do for their children.
So I becoming a drug addict was not their doing but wrong turns I took.
 My biggest love is rugby and at 19 I injured my neck and was told that my rugby is over and I have to stop. This was where everything went wrong. I went drinking everyday getting so drunk that I passed out when I woke up I did not remember where I was or even how I got there.
 
I hated the hangovers so started to using coke, cat and crystal meth and this changed my whole idea Of binging soon I was high daily basis, being a waiter meant that money was freely available and it fuelled my Addiction. Because of work and as time went by I left church and this was grave mistake, I stared to live a Godless

Life and was sucked into a life that was based on lies, devastation, stupidity life threatening situations. I enjoy this life, telling myself that “this is the life for me", big parties lots of friends and an endless supply of Drugs, I became unsatisfied with this and wanted something else so I moved Cape Town, where I was clean for 
4years but when I when I moved back all went sour and I was going at it again with full force.
 
It was not long back into my addiction that I started having anxiety attacks and depression started taking Over my life, I went to see a psychologist to help me with my depression which later turned out to be pure Hatred towards my biological mother. I overcame this hatred but I never got clean from my addiction, but I managed to find my way back to Church.
My parents knew something was wrong with me and that drugs were involved but they were powerless and sadly so was I. I knew I needed help and desperately started to pray hoping and believing that something will happen, And very soon it happened I went out one lunch time from work to get some tik as it was a busy day And I could not cope (a huge lie I told myself).After 17 years I got arrested, and had to spend the night in a sell because my bail application could not Be processed due to spitefulness of a warden that did not want to help.
 
It was the coldest night ever I was not hungry nor thirsty when I got bail the next morning and I came Out I told my father that I needed help, the sad story is that in our desperation we knew we can not afford in inpatient rehab program. I was in court twice after bail was paid and on the last Visit I was diverted to Mighty wings, but this is where my desperation met my stubbornness. I had problem with everything that was part of the program and praise and worship the music was too Loud didn’t want to pay the admin fees hoping that Carrol would cancel my contract and I would be set Free, but she never allowed this to happen.
Only in the GAP program did I buy into my recovery things started to make sense again and small Things in my life started to change. I started to help voluntarily at the testing station after 6 months and Mighty wings became a pleasure.
 
I stared working at my recovery with all I had in me as it is written in "Colossians 3:22"whatever you do Work at it with all your heart as working for the LORD and not for men"
 
Not planning on it I got injured in yet a another rugby game on the 11th April 2014, I fractured my My pelvis really badly and was taken to hospital where would be lying down on my back for more Than a month, this was my rock bottom. I phoned Uncle Rodney he still cracked a joke but what he said meant allot to me and I took this off time to do some homework deep inside?
 
I worked out a question not “why am I here? “But instead I asked "what is my purpose and 
How will I get there? “This injury was a bit off humble pie and I learned how to be humble, my movement was limited to my lying flat on my back people and my parents had to take care of me? Because I could not move, small things that we take for granted I could not do without assistance
 
I learned to respect those who were sent to help me, when Brandon a member of the leading edge and his friend came to visit me after the operation. I was really happy and emotions were high as this was my first share that month I also knew that I was cared for and felt motivated to get up and move. I could not take part of the program for three months but it did not stop working my recovery, my recovery Plan was next to my bed and those were my boundaries.
I had other tools ERP/GAP/ and the positive confessions and mostly I shared my daily struggles And victories with my two awesome parents every day.
 
When I returned after three months I was welcomed home with arms wide open and warm heartedly jumped right back in to the testing station and a month later I was given my first group to facilitate this was a proud feeling. I then attended facilitator training and I was behind on my step work I received help from every one to get up to date.
When I completed step 4 a load came off my shoulders and life became a pleasure and my family Life at home and mighty wings became a blessing.
 
Through this time Jacob was my inspiration (Genesis 32:26 "I will not let the go, until thow bless Me LORD" Jacob found himself in a time where he had to confront his brother and make amends for a wrong He had done towards his twin brother and in his wrestle with GOD he was blessed by GOD himself.
 
In this lies my motivation "you cannot have any victory without any battle"
 
THANK YOU MIGHTY WINGS.