We often fail to seek help until our desperation reaches unfathomable valleys. It is then, and only then, that we become ready to ask for help.
Because I let my desperation act as my motivation, I finally sought help with food addiction and compulsive eating (sugar being the main culprit).
I finally admitted I was powerless over food and the role it came to play in my life. When I wasn’t eating, I was thinking about what I would eat. When I ate, I feared that it would cause an averse reaction from food sensitivities. It was a total mind game. And I was losing.