Inna

     My name is Inna. I am 25 years old. A while ago I didn't even hope I would live till my 25th birthday because the way I was living my life left much to be desired. As a child, I dreamed to become a famous doctor and help people like the kind doctor from a fairytale who would heal and cure everyone. I dreamed to have a complete family, a loving caring husband and children. But all my dreams broke when I started using drugs.
     My life had turned into a living nightmare. My husband became a drug-addict, too. We couldn't get a good education as our only goal now was to find another dose. The process of getting captive to drugs is always subtle. So, at the point when realized I was dominated by drugs they started imposing their conditions on me up to which I had to live now.
     I attempted many times to set myself free by going to a hospital and visiting healers. I was even handcuffed in home but everything was in vain. As a result my health became very bad, I weighed just about 87 lb at the age of 23, I couldn't eat and had to take sleeping pills to sleep.
     Once again I talked my parents into taking me to a hospital promising it would be for the last time. They agreed on condition that after the course I would go to my relatives in another town. At the hospital my doctor advised me to go to a rehabilitation center not far from the town. I had lost any hope to change my life long time ago but there still was a faint hope deep down: it might work after all, I thought. And there I went.
     Upon coming, I was slightly surprised to know it was a Christian center. It's not that I was atheist but I didn't believe in miracles. There was a great deal of evidences of God's glory there. People who used to be drug-addicts were happily telling that God had set them free from drugs and their lives had dramatically changed. Some of them were serving at the center helping the ones who were now the way they used to be. Others had gone home and were already living a normal life. New families were created, children were born and that was great!
     The glimmer of my hope began to grow. I realized that the only way to start my life anew was to open up my heart to God and ask Him for help. At any price I decided to use this chance. It was the first time that I had asked God, tears running down my face, to help me break free from drugs. And God answered to my prayer. We gave me freedom and opened the door to a new life.