anonymous

They say the first step is to admit that you have a problem.

OK - -

Hi, my name is Donna

and I have an addiction.

I never thought it would happen to me.

There's a history of alcoholism in my family and I've heard addictive personalities are inherited.

I even studied it in school, but somehow, you always think you're immune.

I can't even tell you when it started.

It certainly began innocently enough;in fact, I think I was offered my first one by friends.

I could see why friends seemed to enjoy it so much.

As sensations and waves of pleasure flooded my body, I KNEW I would have to do this again and again.

It progressed quickly.

I found myself making up excuses to go to the store, promising myself on the drive there that I wasn't going to buy any more this time; I would just go in for the one item I needed and then go home.

Yet each time, I would give in, surrendering my will for the guilty pleasure that only left me wanting more.

It wasn't until last night, as I was a hairs width away from taking the evidence out of MY recycle container and surreptitiously placing it in my neighbors, that I realized it had gotten out of hand.

I've gone cold turkey.

My resolve is strong. I WILL conquer this!

Just back away from the freezer and no one will get hurt....