I was given the gift of physical sobriety. I did not have to work for it. I though I was dying; literally. I had been drinking for over thirty years and thought I had liver damage. It turned out to be something else. Not life threatening. But it still scared me straight.

My name is Michael and I am a compulsive overeater. There is no longer any question that I am powerless over my disease, and my life has become (long ago) unmanageble. I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to seclude. I don't want the dark. 

My friend I been trying to get out of the relationship came by this morning.  I was in Underearners  fellowship time after a phone meeting. when he came.

Hey, my name is Crystal and I am an addict. I have been clean for 33 days. I just joined this site and thought I would make a brief post to introduce myself . I have no clue how this works yet.