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The Gift Of Addiction
Cursed — or blessed?
I despise the word “Alcoholic.”
Not only is it misleading and unnecessary — no one knows what it means.
It’s a label that’s thrown about to describe problem drinking, but there are no clinical guidelines or thresholds that determine whether or not you are one.
I have a problem with alcohol.
When I drink it — problems occur.
That’s all I need to know.
I’m not in denial about my relationship with alcohol — nor do I need to slap the label of “alcoholic” on myself to see it.
I have plenty of other issues that I try to work on — and I don’t give any one of them more power than they deserve.
Food was my first drug.
I was obese in my formative years, and I don’t wish that on anyone, but I don’t refer to myself as a “Recovering foodaholic” or tell people I suffer from “Fatism.”