For much of my addiction, I would have told you that I valued honesty. I knew lying was wrong, and I didn’t necessarily think of myself as a dishonest person.
The problem was that I became very good at deciding when the whole truth wasn’t necessary.
I could almost always rationalize why telling the truth—or at least the whole truth—wasn’t the best thing to do in a particular situation. Maybe telling the truth would cause unnecessary pain. Maybe the person wouldn’t understand. Maybe it wasn’t really any of their business. Maybe nothing good could come from telling them.
And sometimes I would tell the truth. Just not all of it.
I became very good at telling enough of the truth that, if I was ever confronted, I could defend myself by saying, “I didn’t lie to you.”
Technically, that might have been true.
But I wasn’t living truthfully.
There is a difference between saying something that is true and allowing someone to know the truth. I could carefully choose my words, leave out an important detail, or answer exactly what was asked without volunteering what I knew the other person really needed to know. I could give someone enough information to satisfy them while withholding enough information to protect myself.
Looking back, I think much of that was about control.
But even control wasn’t the deepest issue.
Underneath the control was fear.
I believe one of our greatest human desires and needs is safety. We want to know that we’re going to be okay. We want our relationships to be safe. We want to know that we belong, that we are accepted, and that the people who matter to us aren’t going to abandon us.
The problem is that truth doesn’t always feel safe.
If I tell you the whole truth, I lose control over what happens next.
You might become angry. You might be disappointed in me. You might think differently about me. You might reject me. I might lose something important to me. There may be consequences that I don’t want to face.
So I learned to control the information.
If I could control what you knew, perhaps I could control how you responded. And if I could control your response, maybe I could keep myself safe.
That’s one of the problems with simply telling someone in recovery, “You need to stop lying.”
Of course we need to stop lying. Honesty is foundational to recovery. But if we only address the lying, we may never get to the reason the person feels the need to lie in the first place.
Behind every behavior is a feeling. Behind every feeling is a need.
What if behind the deception is fear?
What if behind the fear is a need for safety?
And what if control has become the unhealthy way I’ve learned to try to meet that need?
That changes the questions we need to ask.
Instead of only asking, “Why did I lie?” perhaps I need to ask, “What was I afraid would happen if I told the truth?”
What am I trying to control?
What do I believe will happen if I stop trying to control it?
Those are uncomfortable questions.
There are certainly times when we don’t owe someone every detail of our lives. Privacy isn’t dishonesty. Boundaries aren’t dishonesty. Not everybody deserves to hear my story.
But there’s another question I have learned is much harder to escape:
Am I withholding this because it genuinely doesn’t need to be shared, or am I withholding it because I want you to believe something that isn’t really true?
That’s where I can no longer hide behind, “But I didn’t lie.”
That isn’t intimacy. It’s image management.
And image management may give me the feeling of safety for a while, but eventually it creates the very thing I’m afraid of.
Distance.
I may hide because I’m afraid of losing the relationship, but hiding prevents me from ever being fully known within that relationship.
I may fear that if you really knew me you wouldn’t accept me. So I show you the version of myself that I think you will accept. Then, when you do accept me, I can’t fully receive it.
Because somewhere inside I still wonder, “Would you accept me if you really knew?”
Deception offers temporary protection, but it does so at the cost of genuine connection.
That’s one reason truth is so important in recovery.
Jesus said, “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32, CSB)
We usually like the freedom part, but the truth part can be terrifying.
Truth requires vulnerability. It requires me to surrender control of what happens after the truth is known.
I can tell you the truth, but I cannot control how you respond to it.
I can acknowledge what I’ve done, but I cannot demand forgiveness.
I can become trustworthy, but I cannot demand that you trust me.
I can make amends, but I cannot determine whether the relationship survives.
Recovery is teaching me that I don’t have to manipulate reality in order to be safe.
I can experience fear without trying to control everything around me. I can seek safety through healthy relationships, boundaries, community, faith, and asking for help rather than through secrecy and manipulation.
And perhaps most importantly, I can begin to discover that being known doesn’t have to mean being abandoned.
The Christian faith tells us something remarkable about God: He already knows.
There is no carefully edited version of my story that fools Him. There is no information I can control in order to manage His perception of me. He knows the whole truth.
And still He invites me into the light.
First John 1:7 tells us, “If we walk in the light as he himself is in the light, we have fellowship with one another.”
Maybe walking in the light isn’t simply about learning to stop telling lies.
Maybe it’s learning that I no longer have to hide in order to survive.
Addiction taught me to protect myself.
Shame taught me to hide myself.
Fear taught me to control what you knew about me.
Recovery is teaching me something different.
Tell the truth.
Allow yourself to be known.
Give up control of what happens next.
And discover that the safety I spent so many years trying to manufacture through secrecy may actually be found in truth, connection, and grace.









