• Alcoholism: My Jekyll and Hyde

    I always wanted to be loved and accepted for who I am. I knew I was no saint by any means. It was difficult for me to love and appreciate myself so I always seemed to find love and comfort at the bottom of a bottle. The truth is my love for alcohol prevented me from achieving and acquiring a lot of things. I dropped out of college three times. My major was drinking. I ...

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    depression,
    Alcoholism,
    alcohol
  • Alcoholism: My Jekyll and Hyde

    I always wanted to be loved and accepted for who I am. I knew I was no saint by any means. It was difficult for me to love and appreciate myself so I always seemed to find love and comfort at the bottom of a bottle. The truth is my love for alcohol prevented me from achieving and acquiring a lot of things. I dropped out of college three times. My major was drinking. I ...

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    depression,
    Alcoholism,
    alcohol
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  • Drinking

    I don't like swearing. I just don't like it. I get swore at when you are angry. Usually when you are angry you might also have been drinking. I don't like the tone of your voice when you have been drinking. I don't like the way you speak to me or the derogatory terms you shout at me. You might not remember but I do. I hate the way you go to the bottle but ...

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    alcohol
  • Your Problem

    I am never an angry person but the one thing that does make me super angry is when people use mugs for juice. Mugs are meant for hot drinks such as hot chocolate and coffee. I have realised that stems from because my mum puts juice in a cup. Well she claims it juice. Juice with alcohol. She claims its juice or water but I know the signs of her body language. I got used ...

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    families,
    Family,
    alcohol
  • There is Freedom-Reach Out-Ask for Help

    I remember how hard the struggle was to admit I had a problem. My pride and delusional thinking always wanted to overpower the reality. My alcohol use was numbing my pain. Flowing through my bloodstream like a vicious cycle of raging vengeance that gave me a fearless feeling of confidence and strength. When the alcohol wasn’t present, the reality set in. I was sad, depressed, and fucking hopeless. I felt like a worthless piece of ...

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    hopeless,
    Hopeless,
    addiction,
    Alcoholism,
    stress