I Live Alone and I Started Using Again

Pandemic safety behaviors are similar to the most dangerous behaviors of depressives, people with anxiety and addicts.

I was 27 in 1994 when I realized I had a problem with food. My drug of choice was sugar and that was the beginning of decades of trying to get off of it. I worked with therapists of all kinds and tried everything from food plans to acupuncture to meditation. I saw how closely entwined my sugar dependence was with my chronic depression. I dug in to the emotional pain that kept me returning to sweets and healed everything that came up. I’ve given up processed sugar as many times as the most perisistant future-ex-smoker.

In the past four years I found two powerful healers who finally got me to the brink of giving it up for good. It required managing my depression so the episodes are shorter and farther apart. I kicked processed sugar (again) this past January and for the first time I didn’t feel any cravings, physical or emotional. I felt euphoric. I’d done it! After 26 years of struggling, my life was going to be so much better now! I sailed through the month in triumph, and when the desire for sweets came back in February I managed them with fruit and extra dark chocolate.