"Hello, my name is _____, and I am a recovering drug addict."
When you Google search "support group" do you know what pops up? A flood of exaggerated, over excited faces of just pure joy, and love, and warmth because, as you can imagine there is no other place in the world they would rather be, right? And I am just a drugie who must attend them. Yes, of course I have my own little depressing story, don't we all? I don't usually share it. However, sometimes I guess you just have to say what the hell. So, here it is if your willing to listen: my sob story; which may I add is better than most at support group.