Personal Narrative-Alcohol

Ever since I was a little girl I have always aspired to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps and become a prosperous attorney like him. He exerted himself strenuously, graduated from Northeastern Law School and was one of the founding partners of the Morrison, Mahoney and Miller Law firm currently located in Boston. It has been an arduous journey for me to verbally express the least endeavoring to follow my grandfather’s legacy. Shortly after graduating high school, my life consummately spiraled out of control and I was faced with adversity that seemed insurmountable. It is paramount to take a moment and apportion some brief history considering that I my past has molded me into the strenuously exertive, goal oriented student I have always aspired to be.

I was surrounded by alcohol, even before I was born. One night, many years ago, my father walked down a pathway with my uncle in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. They were on their way home, when my uncle, Jose, saw a drunkard and turned to my dad.

From a very early age, I was always an extremely curious and anxiety-ridden child. I had an extreme interest in anything that was outside the realm of mundane activities and the notions of everyday life. Unknowing at the time, this was setting me up for a very self-destructive path towards drug and alcohol abuse. It isn’t easy to reflect on why I sought comfort in drugs and alcohol from an early age, but it is necessary in order to remind myself why I am on the continuous path towards happiness and wellness without the need for any alternative substances. My inner desire to alter consciousness, my drug use as a passive activity, my extreme boredom, and my impulsivity were all factors that led to my drug and alcohol abuse which has been made

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

So I attended the AA (alcoholic anonymous) meeting of a group called Choices Group from the KCB club on November 13th, 2015 at 2:30 PM. This AA meeting was held at the location of 5715 W. Alexander Rd.//Leon Ave. Although they meet everyday, this was the best day for my schedule. What I liked is that right away, I got in touch with the meeting organizer named Laura and she was more then willing to let me sit in in one of the meetings. Even over the phone I could feel that she was a nice person and when I met her I was not wrong. She has purple hair and such a bubbly personality. For starters, I always thought everyone would sit around in a circle but that was not the case in this meeting. There were tables where people can sit as well as some back chairs with no tables. When I arrived, Laura told me to sit in the back and when we go over people’s names to say that I was a visitor, that unfortunately never happened. It was around 2:27 PM and there was roughly 10 people there. As it got closer to 2:30 PM a bus showed up and that is when the rest of the people showed up. Roughly 45 people were there and the meeting started.

From the time I entered freshman year in high school I knew my mother had a problem. Picking your drunken mother up off the floor on a Wednesday night is not normal; other teenagers don't do that. How do you tell your mother you need her to stop drinking? I wanted to tell the woman who gave me life that I did not feel comfortable in her home.

This article depicts one man's journey through alcoholism, beginning when he was a young teen and following him all the way through college and the event that finally knocked some sense into him. I personally have never understood the allure of drinking. Being in high school, I know many people who drink on a regular basis. They go to parties and drink to the point where they can no longer control their actions or even their thoughts. They wake up the next morning in a haze, and half the time they can't recall the events of the night before.

In today's modern society alcohol addiction and alcohol abuse has become one of the most complex, life-threatening issues. Most depressed individuals usually indulge themselves in bars or pubs with their alcohols to escape from their stressful life. It has become increasingly alarming how alcohol does not only attract the adults, but also teenagers these days. "Research has shown that approximately 14 million Americans (7.4%) of the population meet the diagnostic criteria for alcohol abuse or alcoholism" ("Facts about Alcohol"). Alcohol addicts may encounter social impact such as loss of respect from others who may see the problem as self- inflictive and easily avoided. Repeated use of alcohol over a period of time can result in

A bottle is suddenly broken, a fist is suddenly clenched, his speech is slurred. He gets up to get into his car out of his sons apartment. Barely making it to the door of the apartment, he falls down once in the hallway. He is carried down in the elevator to an ambulance. He found out he is going to alcoholic rehabilitation. This isn’t the first time an event like this has happened, but the third time.

During this time of my childhood, I had no clue as to what they were fighting over. But I did know they’d been going at it often lately over my Step Daddy’s drinking so that was the assumption.

“Head inside and straight to the back where there will be a door, then knock three times and wait till they ask you the password,” the gangster who was waiting outside told my family. He was a taller young man who was there to usher people to the speak easy and keep the coppers away, because of the illegal selling of alcoholic drinks. Once we completed the instructions that we were given the opened the door for us and it seemed we had transported to Chicago of 1931.

On August 20, 2015, I started my freshman year at the private school known as the University of Indianapolis. I could have sworn up and down that the bazillion movies I had watched over the span of the summer had prepared me for this journey. Truth is, it didn’t. It left huge gaping holes. If it prepared me for anything, it would be the amount of alcohol some people stupidly consumed because they do not know their limits and some campus employees are handsome beyond approach. I am not against drinking at all. In fact, if I was just ten months older I would probably partake in a couple. No matter what party you attend, there will be that group of people who consume every drink there to the point they can’t see two feet in front of them. However,

My grandfathers from both sides of my family have struggled with being alcoholics. My family also worries about one of my uncles drinking too much too. To change this I would like to cut back on drinking dramatically, but not stop entirely. To help me do this I will plan for failure and have a reward system in place to encourage me to change my behavior. For every week that I don’t drink I can put ten dollars away and at the end of the month I can use the money on something I want. Also theirs going to be weekends when a band I performing or just want to go out with my friends. These will be the days I plan to fail and this is why I don’t plan to stop drinking entirely. If I do drink, the least amount I do is about 3 beers or 2 mixed drinks.

America has been battling drug and alcohol addiction for over a century. I personally have battled drug addiction for more than 7 years. I was considered a young and bright girl, with the world at her fingertips, only to wake up one day homeless and broken in an abandoned building wondering “how did I end up here?”. I had brief periods of self-controlled abstinence, but I always seemed to end up exactly where I was before, if not in a worse predicament. My addiction was insidious and perpetually lurking. Every day the behavior I engaged in increased my chance of overdose or contracting a deadly disease. Looking back, I almost welcomed death. My perspective was so bleak, I was so filled with shame, and my family had ceased all contact while

Life seemed normal at first, I was a normal 14 year old boy in High School, but when I had my first sip of what seemed like the best thing in the world it was soon to be found out that i had an alcohol addiction that would then last for the rest of my schooling life. When me and my mates went to my brother's 18th birthday party everything went downhill we were slowly pushed into a circle and told to chug a fool 325mL of full strength beer from then on i was unstoppable i would then have another 5, 6 and lastly an eighth. When i leave the party someone shouts “have another one” but my mates held me back they knew something was wrong, my forehead was throbbing and an excruciating noise of a million drums rang in my head.Subsequently I hit the