Love Addiction My Road to Recovery

Since I was a little girl, I was always mildly obsessed with the opposite sex. I thought I was a hopeless romantic. As I got older, the obsessions grew in nature and number. And though I never hurt anyone, except myself, it completely consumed my life. Finding that “one” person, keeping that “one” person, became all-consuming.

I didn’t think anything was wrong with me until I ended up losing all my savings and possessions, having to hide in two domestic violence shelters from a violent lover, and then landed in two psychiatric hospitals.

I had to nearly lose my life to realize my love addiction. That’s what this blog is going to be about: where I’ve been, how I got out, and where I hope to go now that I’m celibate and sober.

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