Twenty years after seeing her mom die of the DTs, this woman got sober after experiencing her own alcoholic seizures and DTs
"I then ran downstairs and saw another vision. This one was of my mother."
"Where the heck am I and how did I get here?"
Questions like these were a frequent part of my life during my alcoholic journey. It was a journey on which I never knew where'd I'd wind up.
I grew up in an alcohol-friendly home. Wine was an everyday staple like food and water in our Italian-American household. I was 9 years old when I remember sneaking a drink of my father's homemade wine. It tasted like vinegar and I didn't like it but when the warm feeling of calmness came over me, I overlooked the flavor. My drinking career had begun.
My father was a hard-working man....
-- Lee B.
Guelph, Ontario, Canada