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... Login to read more
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