A young alcoholic learns trust and earns it
I had my first drinkwhen I was twelve years old. I loved it. I loved the way it made me feel, and the way it made me not feel. I grew up yearning for a place to belong, and when I drank, I found it. My first drink allowed me to become someone completely different. It allowed me to have a voice, and believe me, people heard it. It made me feel like I finally was being noticed, and I never looked back.
At first, I drank just on weekends. I looked forward to Friday every week. I dropped out of school in eighth grade, and took up drinking instead. I never drank socially. I always drank...
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Nanaimo, British Columbia