Walking Through Fear
It was bad enough that I was a food addict, but going to meetings with alcoholics was asking too much. I doubted if I would ever find enough willingness to take this suggestion.
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In a family of addicts, there was never enough.
When we all sat down to eat dinner, as we did in those days, we never had enough, no matter how much my mother put on the table. We had seconds and thirds and it still wasn’t enough
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