October 2013: Forgiven
What she got one drunken night on the highway was much more powerful than booze
In middle school, I started drinking everything I found in my parents’ liquor cabinet. The taste didn’t matter to me; I just needed the effect it produced. Drinking allowed me to escape. After high school, my drinking really took off. During my first semester in college I knew I couldn’t keep up and drink, so I dropped out and got a job waiting tables. I handed all my money over to my master—alcohol. Eventually it was getting harder for me to show up to work, so I quit. This freed me to drink all the time.
I was soon being taken to different doctors for psychological therapy...
-- Eavan J.
Landing, New Jersey