Wounded by Alcohol and drugs. The pain that comes from too much alcohol if continued can ruin a life and the lives of a family. The media has glorified drugs and drunkenness as a real freedom without consequences. If you ask the victims, it take years for their wounds to heal. Society loves the movies but the same people will not hire a drunk because they are unreliable. What a double standard have when it comes to drunkenness. The people that live with the alcohol abuser are helpless in changing the situation, The pain that the spouse feels is frustration, fear, loneliness, helplessness, anger and there is no way out for them. The sad part is if they act on these feelings the alcohol abuser just gets worse. The children either see the alcohol abuser as distant and unreliable and they hate what it is doing to them and the other parent. So they begin to try to fix their situation or do the alcohol abuse themselves. So much prayer is needed for these families and or individuals, Not judgment, not gossip, not abandonment but prayer. Our society needs to put the real face on this terrible problem of alcohol and drug abuse. More needs to be talked about in our news, movies, t.v. talk shows of the cost to society that alcohol and drug abuse has harmed our society. It has caused high divorce rates, child abuse, murders, young pregnancy, accidents, work loss, liver disease, cancer, rapes, alcohol poisoning in colleges, runaways, sexual disfunction, and so many other problems. What is needed is more education of the harms not promotion of the fun and freedom being high brings. There is nothing wrong with having a drink but over doing it can lead to a life with many problems. Please when you see a family with these problems please pray them to admit the problem and for everyone of them to be healed.
Proverbs 29: 29-35
Who scream? Who shout?
Who have strife? Who have anxiety?
Who have wounds for nothing?
Who have bleary eyes?
Whoever linger long over wine,
whoever go around quaffing wine.j
Do not look on the wine when it is red,
when it sparkles in the cup.
It goes down smoothly,
but in the end it bites like a serpent,
and stings like an adder.
Your eyes behold strange sights,
and your heart utters incoherent things;
You are like one sleeping on the high seas,
sprawled at the top of the mast.
“They struck me, but it did not pain me;
they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When can I get up,
when can I go out and get more?”*