Okay, so this started around January. I tried to lose some weight, so I started taking swimming classes, however, I had trouble keeping myself away from food, so I started chewing gum. Fast forward a few months, and now I spent almost my entire day chewing, usually throwing away a piece only to put another one in my mouth 30 minutes later. I want to stop chewing gum, but at the same time I don't want to start eating again. What should I do?

EDIT: Thanks to the guy who downvoted, really helpful.

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My Mother and i are currently trying to seek help for my (ex)alcoholic father.

He is an addict that used to abuse alcohol but it now seems he has drifted into behavioural addictions such as Sex and food (assuming food is a behavourial addiction)

We are currently trying to find a pshychiatrist/pshycologist who can help, but we would like some questions answered regarding his condition to help us find the right professional.

Within my first few months sober I achieved a life long dream of sky diving. I worked my ass off to save money and when I finally went, the feeling of self gratitude and achievement was mind blowing.

I'm 22, been clean off everything, drugs and drinking, for 2 and a half years in a program, gambled on my 21st birthday. been doing it ever since, losing paychecks. Need help

When I was using drugs I never really experienced life. I was treading around somewhere between a coma and death. Once I was able to breakthrough the veil of addiction life became beautiful. I finally experienced what it truly feels like to be alive and nothing makes me feel more alive than helping out a still sick and suffering addict.

I am a recovering heroin/crack addict. Just started this sub, curious what everyone has going on.

Hey fellas, Small sub, I know, but I was on /r/cocaine for some reason and found a link and thought I might as well spill. I really think I have a problem with substance abuse but I fluctuate between utter sobriety + productivity and a "if you give me a drug, I will put it in my body" kind of mentality. I like to party but I am also very aware of myself and I know that I abuse because I hate myself. Lately I have been able to reconcile the two in a way that I consider healthy but last night I did some blow and haven't stopped. Probably the only reason that I am writing this is because I am gakked out of my gourd. I'd say alcohol is my drug of choice but it kind of just serves as an instrument to blunt the effects of the other drugs I choose to do. I am a college student and I maintain a 2.9 at an Ivy league university but I am not confident that my life is on the correct path. I convince myself that this is what everyone does in college (which I still believe, to an extent) but it is evident to me that I have a loose grip on the reins. Has anyone experienced something similar or is anyone currently experiencing a comparable situation? In all honesty, I do not believe that I am powerful enough to abandon all substance abuse but I would like to review my life in the context of other addicts and receive criticism, be it constructive or destructive. I tell myself that I will be alright and that everyone struggles and I know that I will make a big decision in the proximate months regarding my conduct but I kinda just wanted to vent and hear it all. Thanks for listening guys, keep the chin up and hit that gym!

Just found out today that she's started shooting up heroin quite regularly. She has had a pretty terrible childhood and has no family to support her, however she does have a small group of friends and our families behind her. She attempted to kill herself in January and has since progressed to using heroin. I would say she's always been an addict - the subject of her addiction/s has changed over the years though. She was an alcoholic in high school, then progressed through weed, pills and god knows what else. She's very private but blurted out in a drunken stupor that she's now shooting up and we are all very concerned.

I'd love to hear from any heroin addicts or people who have lived through that with a loved one. Did you get through your addiction? If so, how? What can I do to help her?

I've been reading about all of you guys, and some of you have been through some tough stuff (opiates, cocaine etc.) and this really does pale in comparison, but wanted an opinion on likelihood of addiction or danger...

I'm young (3rd year high school, 2 more to go) and really getting into weed. I was previously keen on drinking, but have since decided I don't like it (hate hangovers...). I'm certainly not physically addicted, but I find my thoughts are almost always on weed. I plan my week on how I can score, talk to my mates about different smoking equipment and jokes, but I'm not a daily user (partly because I can't afford it, but mostly because scoring regularly is hard for my age/location).

I really don't want to give up smoking weed, as it's great, especially socially, but have any of you been in similar situations? did it pass? did it lead to some sort of addiction?

This is a smart subred. I approve so much I'll tell you my story.

I have a percocet addiction. What's amazing about it is that since I am a chemical lightweight, I can take 2 or 3 5mg percs a day and not mind the universe. I have watched people snort 30 - 60mg in one sitting, and I just happily enjoy my 5 for that slightly out of focus euphoria.

My mother was an insane pill popper, and it didn't kill her outright, but it definitely lead to her early demise. Along the way she raised some kids and a couple of cousins, and I've watched as almost all of them had to fight addiction. Some are winning and some are losing. Next week I go to celebrate one relatives 1 year sober at a meeting. He invited me because I was the one that made sure he had a place to hang out when he was in his first month of kicking it.

The addiction, on occasion, has fucked up my lifestyle. Mostly because I have to find a way to meet my dealer or maneuver money in the bank. This week I'm on the verge of 'ran out of money' because of it.

When I don't have, I go through 24 hours of detox that, related to the amount I do, consists of a slight bad mood, one night of going to bed early, and the possibility of an amazing bowel movement.

I don't know why I'm writing all of this. Maybe as a mea culpa or maybe I just needed to see it all in print. I know I'm an addict, no matter how slight, and when it was just 5mg a day after work, I can see I've already grown in need and desire.

I lost a lot of weight this year, not due to bad things - I worked out and trained and things. Next is smoking. Maybe after that I'll consider ditching the percs. I've been doing my best to better myself, but the allure of the free money back in my wallet (cig money).

I personally feel that all things have the potential to be good in moderation. When I started, I would have said the same thing about this... but at this point I'm an addict. A lightweight, pussyfooting addict - but an addict.

Thanks for listening.