My name is Eric, and I’m an Alcoholic. I’m also – a son, a brother, an uncle, a boyfriend, a friend to so many I could almost lose count.
I first came to CFR a little more than a year ago. My journey of how I got here is long and painful. Maybe I’ll share it with you one day, but for now I’ll just say, my life was unmanageable.
Everyone and everything I came into contact with crumbled. I had so much pain and so much fear. My life was in a constant state of damage control, and I was suffering an unbearable existence. I needed help. I wasn’t very good at asking for help – It wasn’t something I received at home – It wasn’t a value that was transmitted to me so I never felt natural asking for help.
I always thought that help was given to some poor fool, floundering about in the ocean. Then someone throws him a LIFE PRESERVER and pulls him in. He’s cold and scared and eternally grateful (another thing I had a problem with.) Being plucked from the abyss only to land onto the deck of sa...