From the April 2006 magazine.

When The Hard Part Came

Happiness is a daily choice

I was a teenage alcoholic. I should have known that something was different about me. At the age of six or seven, when all the other Kids were playing house and arguing over who wanted to be mom or dad, I always wanted to be drunk. To this day, I have never seen either of my parents drunk, so I have no idea where I got the idea that being drunk meant being happy. It was just always with me.

By the age of fourteen, I knew that alcohol wasn't working any more so I added any substance I could to make the alcohol work better. By seventeen, I was lying half dead in a hospital bed from a suicide attempt. I had been trying to commit suicide since the age of twelve rather than live the way I did, and the doctors told me that this time I had almost gotten it right. Ten more minutes is all that I would have needed. They also told me, and my parents, that I had a problem with alcohol.

-- C. S.

Winnipeg, Manitoba

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