My Journey with Fatty Liver and the Consequences of Living Fast and Free

by Manuela





I never thought much about the damage I was doing to myself. I was wild, rebellious, and lived like there was no tomorrow. At 15, I was already deep into a life that most people couldn’t handle. I ran with a tough crowd, and the rules never applied to us—or so we thought. I tried it all—drugs, alcohol, whatever took the edge off. But now, at 31, I’m paying the price for all those reckless years, and it's a debt I can’t escape.

It all started when I began feeling sick. Not just hungover or tired, but sick deep down. I brushed it off, thinking it was just part of my lifestyle, but when my stomach started swelling and my energy disappeared, I knew something was wrong. I finally dragged myself to a doctor, and that’s when I heard the words that turned my world upside down: fatty liver disease. The doctor looked at me and said, “You’ve got to change your life, or this will kill you.” I remember laughing, thinking, “Yeah, right. I’ve survived worse.”

“I thought I was invincible—until my body started breaking down.”


Turns out, I wasn’t as tough as I thought. My liver was damaged—badly. The doctor said it was scarred from years of abuse, both from alcohol and the constant junk food I’d lived on when I wasn’t too strung out to eat. And the worst part? He told me I had non-alcoholic fatty liver disease, something I didn’t even know could happen to someone like me. But it wasn’t just the drinking that did it—it was my whole lifestyle.

After the diagnosis, I tried to clean up. I stopped drinking (most of the time), tried to eat better (when I could afford it), and even cut back on the drugs (a little). But it wasn’t enough. The damage was done, and I wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“No one told me the worst pain would be the guilt of what I’d done to myself.”


The guilt hit me harder than the sickness. How could I have been so stupid? I’d always thought I had time. Time to clean up, time to get better. But when you’re living on the edge, time doesn’t work the same way. It catches up with you faster than you think, and before I knew it, I was in and out of the hospital, battling fatigue, pain, and the constant fear that my liver would give out completely.

My abdomen started swelling, and I felt like I was dragging a boulder around inside me. My friends—the ones who were still around—tried to help, but what could they do? We were all broken in one way or another.

“I used to think nothing could stop me. Now, my biggest battle is just staying alive.”


Now, every day is a fight. I wake up sick. I go to bed sick. And in between, I try to live. I try to pretend that everything’s okay, but it’s not. My liver’s damaged, probably for good. The doctors told me I’d need a transplant if things got worse, but who knows when or if that will happen. I never thought this would be my life—sitting in doctors' offices, hooked up to IVs, wondering if I’ll make it through another year.

But I’m not giving up. I can’t. I’ve been to hell and back, and I’m not about to let this beat me. I’ve made it this far, and I’m going to keep fighting, even if I don’t know how long I’ve got.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay, but I’m still here. I’m still fighting.”


If there’s one thing I can say to anyone reading this, it’s don’t make the same mistakes I did. You think you’re invincible, but you’re not. Your body can only take so much before it starts breaking down. And when it does, you’ll wish you had taken better care of yourself. Trust me, I know.

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This really moved me
by: Lynn

I’m not one to get emotional, but your story really got to me. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you, but the fact that you’re still standing is incredible. I hope others can learn from your experiences and avoid the same mistakes.

Powerful and raw
by: Ramesh

Your story hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve made a lot of the same mistakes, and reading this made me realize that I need to start taking care of myself before it’s too late. Thank you for the wake-up call.

This story hits hard because it’s so real
by: Kamala

Reading your story felt like I was hearing it from someone I’ve known all my life. It’s heartbreaking to think about how easily we can fall into a lifestyle that feels invincible at the time but leaves us broken in the end. You described the wildness of your youth in a way that so many of us can relate to, whether we want to admit it or not—feeling like nothing could stop us, that tomorrow didn’t matter, and that the choices we made didn’t have consequences.

But the reality hits so much harder when it finally catches up to you. The guilt you talk about, that deep regret, it’s something I think a lot of people are too afraid to confront. It’s easy to drown it out with more drinking, more drugs, more distractions. The fact that you’re able to own up to it and share your story with such brutal honesty shows so much courage. Not many people have the strength to admit they’ve hit rock bottom, let alone share it with others.

The part where you say, "I thought I was invincible—until my body started breaking down", really stuck with me. It’s such a simple sentence, but it’s packed with emotion. It’s terrifying to think that someone who felt on top of the world one day can find themselves battling their own body the next. The damage is real, and sometimes, it’s irreversible. You’re living proof of that, but you’re also showing that it’s possible to keep going, even when the odds are stacked against you.

I can’t imagine the pain you go through daily—the swelling, the fatigue, the constant hospital visits. It must feel like a never-ending cycle of sickness, and yet you’re still here, writing this, sharing your experience with others. That’s strength. Even though your body is failing you, your willpower is stronger than ever. And honestly, that’s what stands out to me the most in your story: your resilience.

So many people give up, but you’re still fighting. You’re still holding on. You’re still trying, even when you don’t know what’s ahead. That’s something to be proud of. Your story could be the lifeline someone needs to see that it’s possible to turn things around, even when the situation seems hopeless.

I also think about how you said, "I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay, but I’m still here. I’m still fighting." It hit me like a ton of bricks. Life doesn’t guarantee a happy ending, and the fact that you’re so real about that gives this story even more weight. It’s not about false hope—it’s about raw survival, about taking things one day at a time and not giving up, even when it feels like everything is working against you.

Your story really moved me, and I know it’s going to impact a lot of people who read it. It’s the kind of truth that sticks with you long after you’re done reading, and I hope it helps others reflect on their own lives and choices. You may not feel like a hero, but you’re doing something heroic just by being real and telling your story. Thank you for sharing this.

The reality of living on the edge
by: Allison

This story is a real eye-opener. Most people don’t realize the damage they’re doing until it’s too late. I’m glad you’re still here to tell your story, and I hope you continue to fight.

Heartbreaking and inspiring
by: Jason

You’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still here, still fighting. That’s more than a lot of people can say. I admire your strength and your willingness to keep going even when it feels like everything’s stacked against you.

This could be anyone’s story
by: Mike

I know someone who’s going through the same thing right now. They think they’re invincible too, but after reading this, I realize just how quickly things can change. I hope they can learn from your story.

I can’t believe how real this is
by: Minie

Your story gave me chills. I’ve been on a similar path and hearing about how fast things went downhill for you really woke me up. Thank you for sharing this. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it might be just what I needed to read today.

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