Many Meetings, Many Chances

Hi, my name is Gina and I'm an alcoholic. I am eighteen years old, soon to be nineteen. I won't go into a drunkalog, let's just say booze and drugs began to own me; they controlled my every action and my every word. I was to become full-blown in the grips of this deadly obsession in a very short time. Needless to say, I didn't win. Booze won and if I hadn't chosen the road to recovery, booze would have destroyed every inch of my life--including family, friends, and relatives. What an awfully sad thing to ponder, isn't it?