Today: Bill's story

I don't even remember how it started.

One day, it was, like, no big deal. I could handle it. I'd maybe have a Hershey at lunchtime once in a while. But I didn't feel like I needed it or anything. It was just normal, you know?

But I know it was a Tuesday when I realized I couldn't cope with it anymore. There was this new boss at my work, and he made us all do these personality tests. Because things were kinda bad on the line, and a lot of the guys were always having arguments and stuff was getting through that shouldn't. The QA guys were always stopping the line to check the torque on bolts and stuff, and they were pissed at us for not doing our jobs right.

They had every right to be. Like, we were not making good cars. So after the personality tests, they called a couple of guys off the line and made us give urine samples.

I passed. But I still knew I had a problem, so I told the boss. Do you think he would listen? No! He couldn't give a rip about getting me the help I needed.