Metanoia Memoir - From Fentanyl to Freedom

05/01/2026

'To Thine own Self be True' ; simply spoken yet hard to do

Battles waging within the Soul, versions fighting to be You

Danger close with lack of clues, taunting doubt as darkness blooms

Shattered dreams from visions high, falling harder every time

Seeking paths to lands unknown, to be content to be on my own

Beyond the wreck of failing tries, desperate, trapped, seeming left blind

Falling off and out of time, all is vane in this past of mine.

Whats the point of a world so broken

Billions trapped and just as hopeless

Why feed lies thinking such of life, chasing moments while still choking

Losing sight in chaos, haunted by emotions

One foot at a time, onward yet from here

Lost and yet uncertain, afflicted still with fear

Onward left to sojourn, to the End that now feels near

Beyond the worlds mirages, to find Truth that still speaks clear

Keep Shining Fam! You may be the only light in the room sometimes

02/14/2026

So much of what I remember
Feels like a faded dream
Foolish notions of forever
Speaking words they never mean
Only empty left beside me
With People never who they seem

11/24/2025

For over a decade, I wandered in the shadow of addiction. My latest blog post recounts this journey and the fight for freedom.

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For over a decade, I wandered in the shadow of addiction, teetering on the precipice of death more times than I care to remember, only to be pulled back from the abyss by the hands of first responders after each harrowing overdose. It took years of painful reflection to uncover the deeper roots of m...

11/16/2025

I find myself back in the same place of silence. Places where I can go to be unseen from the rest of the world and break down.
Parking just to think because there is nowhere else to go, nobody waiting for a call, just the cold weight of responsibility bearing down.

We are conformed to play a role and stick to our places in life, to learn only enough to perform our jobs to be good consumers. They already have the people at the top, those with the connections, with the right last name or sponsor.

Eventually you grow and learn that the gate They keep is not a place you wish to enter and the true wealth in this world is something that been forgotten by most today.

Loyalty, Family, Respect for one's Neighbors, the pursuit of happiness is gone. We are chasing survival through a digitized counterfeit of reality.

When you've done your best and worked the ground beyond all your greatest efforts and yet do not have fruit to sustain you through the winter , its time to possibly sew into new ground. Find your own field with your own passions and sew into whatever it is that drives you forward and calls you closer to the connection we all have.

The spark of divine potential within all of us to proclaim our inheritance through Christ and knowing how this story ends.

The riches of the world show the fruits of our ambition, knowledge was and always will be the the strongest shackle for those in power to weild over us.

More and more each day, I want less and less to do with everyday people.....

God Save us all

11/14/2025

Proof that it's Never Too Late to Turn Back!

Nick Warnke was a quintessential Minnesota kid who grew up on a lake and loved fishing, hunting and playing hockey. Says Warnke, "It wasn't ever a thought in...

06/09/2025

Some days, it doesn’t even feel like I’m living in the same world I knew five years ago. It’s as if the world turned inside out — like I got clean, and in doing so, the world took my place chasing dopamine.

The level of faith it has taken to get here is nothing short of miraculous. And still, each day, I find myself trusting in God for my daily bread. I started a company with little more than an idea and a vision — not a roadmap or GPS coordinates, just a quiet conviction of True North within me and the will to keep walking. I kept going far past the point where, in the past, I would have folded at the first sign of adversity.

Back then, I would have abandoned my aspirations in pursuit of a fleeting fantasy — a fix for the flesh and the ego — only to be left hollow, ashamed, and alone. Because once, I was that boy: chasing impossible dreams, naive to the coldness of a self-serving world. I sought approval and mistook it for love. I sought attention and mistook it for affection.

All of these false perceptions were born from my refusal to face the truth — choosing instead to reshape reality to fit the distorted logic that helped me sleep at night, even while I lived shackled to addiction.

But faith — faith was the key that unlocked the cell. It was the crying out, the relentless knocking, the desperate asking — that led me to the path, that revealed the truth, that brought me back to life.

Nicholas Warnke