I was the poster boy for successful, middle-aged American men. I received a high-quality education. I earned a bachelor's degree and a master's degree from my number-one school. I had a loving wife and a great job. I was on my way. Struggles with infertility couldn't defeat us as we had four children. My job moved us to Chicago's North Shore and then suburban Atlanta, where we bought a spacious house. Then my life took a horrifying turn as I became severely depressed and addicted to cybersex.

I lost interest in my family, friends, and job. My internet life became my reality. I took risks which could have ended my marriage and my career. I tried to stop several times, but I craved and needed the high of my drug. I became suicidal, was hospitalized twice, and was treated with electroconvulsive therapy. How did this happen to me? Could I have done something about it? If only I had spoken up and asked for help. But I was too ashamed to admit that I needed help. Too afraid to expose my vulnerability, my weakness, my illness.

Looking back, I now see the signs so clearly. If only I could have asked for help. Please join me as I describe my journey to rock bottom and how I recovered to live a life of happiness and joy. There is always hope. You have the power to release the bounds of shame. But you must be willing to ask for help.