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Updated: May 5, 2021
Originally Published: May 5, 2021
At just six years old, my world was filled with chaos. My parents were arguing again, this time about a missed field trip because they had overslept. I wandered into the kitchen to see my dad yelling at my mom, and in a moment of rage, he pushed her against the glass door. That was my first vivid memory of them.
By the time I was twelve, the late-night drinking had become routine. My sister and I lay in our bunk beds, trying to sleep, but the familiar sounds of fighting erupted once more. Guilt washed over me as I thought, “I should be doing more to protect her.” In a desperate attempt to help, we snuck into the kitchen and poured some alcohol down the drain. I promised myself I would never drink if they could just stop.
When I turned fourteen, I decided to make my own birthday cake, a rare treat. But that evening, my parents celebrated with their usual bottle of Crown Royal, leaving me alone in the kitchen to sing “Happy Birthday” to myself while they partied in the living room.
At sixteen, I was offered my first drink. I thought of my sister’s disappointed eyes and easily turned it down, convinced I wouldn’t start drinking until later. At twenty, my parents’ divorce escalated, with my dad spiraling into dangerous behavior. I was pregnant and far more concerned with protecting my mother than focusing on my own high-risk pregnancy.
At twenty-one, I was a new mother. My son had spent ten weeks in the NICU, and I embraced the stereotypical “mommy wine” culture. What started as a weekly indulgence soon turned into a few times a week. I was vigilant about not falling into my parents’ patterns, believing I was in control.
Fast forward to twenty-six. The red and blue lights flashing behind me signaled a turning point. After a night in jail, I thought it was just a story to tell. But a week later, I blacked out and ended up in an “accident,” voicing dark thoughts to paramedics. The realization hit: I was already on my second DUI.
At twenty-eight, I found myself court-ordered to attend two AA meetings a week. I went for the paperwork, dismissing the sober veterans as unrealistic. I was drinking half a fifth of rum daily, battling severe depression and anxiety. I convinced myself that my drinking wasn’t an issue, just bad luck.
Then, nine months into attending meetings, something shifted. I craved the happiness and stability I saw in others. I recognized that I had become what I feared most — exactly like my parents. Each day was a panic induced by the previous night’s drinking. I couldn’t face my reflection without feeling disgusted.
On November 14, 2020, I made a life-altering decision: I wanted to escape alcohol. I immersed myself in recovery literature, created a sober Instagram account, and started attending AA meetings four times a week. I discovered new hobbies, took long walks with my dog, and learned to care for myself. On tough days, I would run or take a nap instead of drinking.
Now, at twenty-eight and nearly six months sober, I wake up before dawn to enjoy my coffee and care for my children. I kiss my husband goodbye as he heads to work, breathe in the morning air, and appreciate the calmness of my new life. Finally, things are good.
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In summary, my journey from a child of alcoholics to an alcoholic myself, and finally to a sober individual, has been a tumultuous but transformative path. Recognizing the cycle and actively working to break it has brought me to a place of peace and fulfillment.
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