At an early age I never pictured myself sitting in a room filled with forty year-old men sharing my feelings about life and how hard it was to live from day to day. Nobody wants to admit that their life is out of control and that they are powerless over something that many people receive pleasure from.

I was an only child for the first eight years of my life and received uninterrupted love and attention from my parents. They supported me in all of my sports, took me where I wanted to go, and bought me whatever I wanted. When I was eight my brother was born and for the first time I had to compete for attention. The household now focused on the baby and I was set aside to fend for myself. As my brother grew up and began becoming his own person he required...