Relief from the Storm

I can’t recall the pivotal moment when I crossed the threshold from being a “normal” drinker to an alcoholic one, but I do recall my first drink with perfect clarity. By middle school I began to feel quite different from the other kids. While other girls my age were forging alliances that would last them for years to come, I wandered aimlessly on the outskirts of the social circles. My inability to find a place among any such groups caused intense feelings of inadequacy and resentment which in turn mutated into full-throttle angst and depression.