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We are all addicted to something. For some people that’s alcohol, for others it’s food, and for many it’s something they aren’t even aware they are addicted to. I was one of the latter. Working 12-14 hours a day 7 days a week and then going to the gym often twice a day, people were impressed with my “dedication,” “diligence,” and “hard work.” I was highly rewarded for these behaviors with money, compliments, and a seemingly super fit body. Truth is when you peeled back the layers, I was dying inside. I was actually just one step away from killing my self. I was using my excessive working and exercising as an escape from dealing with buried trauma and feelings from the past…plus I wanted to avoid being alone and still with my thoughts at all costs. Being still and unoccupied was terrifying to me. Little did I realize that my focus was going the wrong direction, I was trying to run away from my self  to achieve peace and happiness versus run to my self. Eventually like with all addictions I hit a brutal rock bo