Hello, my name is Sven, and I … I'm a lumberjack.
It started simply enough. In high school everyone was starting to cut down trees, and I was too. But I always cut down a few more than everybody else, and started earlier in the day. By college I couldn't get through a day without felling something.
You know the old saying, "One tree is just right. Two is too many. Three is never enough." Heh. That was me all right. I kept thinking that I could keep my behavior under control, but as soon as I felt the buzz of that chainsaw it was all over and I'd wake up the next morning covered in sawdust.
I had lost my friends, my family, and the shade in my backyard when I finally decided to seek help. That's when I first came to these meetings and told everyone "I'm a lumberjack, and I'm not OK."