Chelsea Ezell's Testimony

 

They call it a drug, but that word

is far too soft. This isn’t weed or whiskey. No…

meth is something else entirely.

Meth is sorcery. 

When I was in its grip, 

I didn’t feel high. I felt haunted. 

It starts like any ritual. 

A pipe.

A flame. 

A crystal shard. 

A moment of silence. 

Then the inhale. 

And with it, something enters. 

It doesn’t come as light. 

It comes as a shadow.

It wraps itself around your spine and begins to whisper.

At first, those whispers feel like power. You think you’re unlocking something: limitless energy, untouchable confidence, euphoria. 

Sleep? No. Who would sleep through something as good as this? 

But it’s a lie. You aren’t unlocking anything. You’re being bound. 

Meth doesn’t just alter your mood - it alters your soul. 

I’ve watched people lose their reflection in the mirror, watched their eyes shift from windows to prisons. 

I know, because it happened to me. 

I wasn’t myself anymore.

I was a puppet, and the strings weren’t just chemical, 

They were spiritual. 

People don’t understand until they’ve lived it: 

meth is demonic.

It doesn’t just take your health, 

your teeth, your money, and your kids. 

It takes your will. 

It tears open a spiritual door that most people never knew existed, and once that door is opened, something comes through. Something dark. Something ancient. Something hungry. 

That’s why meth is unlike anything else. It doesn’t just kill - it curses. And that’s why most people can’t get free on their own. Rehab, jail, programs - they help some, but when someone truly breaks free from meth, there’s almost always a deeper story. ..

A holy one.

Meth is sorcery, and you don’t break a spell with willpower. 

You break it with deliverance. 

That’s why I speak boldly now. That’s why I risk sounding crazy. Because I was crazy. I lived in a realm of darkness that most people only glimpse in nightmares. 

And now I’m free. So if you’re reading this and meth has its claws in you, understand this: 

You’re not just battling addiction. 

You’re battling a spirit. 

You’re in a war for your soul. 

But you’re not alone. 

The same Jesus who set me free 

is reaching for you now. 

Right now. 

You don’t need a lighter. 

You need light. 

You don’t need another hit. 

You need to be hit by grace. 

Meth is sorcery - 

But Jesus and recovery 

is the spell breaker.

I was never a lost cause, just a lost sheep.


Credit to: Chelsea Ezell








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