It has been 4 years since my son finally succumbed to his alcohol addiction. His poor body just couldn't take it any more - he was 34. It hit his identical twin the most and he, thankfully has managed to get out of the abyss and try to go on with his life. It isn't easy, there aren't many people who can stomach telling their story and the fear of shame and guilt and embarassment, the stigma of someone you love being an addict. It doesn't go away but there is always help, even just another person who says I know and genuinely means it. Join us and share your story annonymously.