Before I begin I would like to say that this is REAL and that the only changes made will be for my own and others privacy. This is the story of my life. I feel that I need to get this out there somehow, but I don’t yet feel ready to talk about it, in fact I’m a little uncomfortable writing it. I feel this is the only way for me to overcome my problem and my past and move on fully into my future. I may stop writing at any point. My dream is to be able to look upon this in five, ten, or fifty years time and be happy because I am no longer burdened by the stress and worries. I also hope that I will be able to show others the danger of being young and naive and help others to avoid the same pain. On a side note I would like to add that being well off does not equal a perfect life and that I have always tried to put others in front of myself. But I have to take this journey, without I think I will just dissolve and I will be past help.