Personal Narrative: Drinking And Changing My Life

Knowing some of my family and their hardships because of reputation I have been able to observe reputation’s inaccuracy first hand. For my entire childhood, I grew up with an alcoholic father. He never once laid a hand on me. That was something that he had promised me, he will never hit me, for as long as I live. He said if I ever made it to the point where I needed to be hit, then that was his fault. There are stories about him tangled up in fights when he was much younger, yet that is as far as his violent tendencies had come,as far as I am aware. One day my Mom had apprehensively explained to me that I would not be seeing my dad that week, an incident had occurred between him and his wife, now ex wife, my father had been taken to jail.

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.

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.

As I pulled up and parked I checked in with myself to see how I was feeling. I was extremely nervous that I would stand out like a sore thumb. I have never been to a meeting before and I didn’t know if everyone had to speak or if there would be some sort of role call where everyone would need to introduce themselves and state they were an alcoholic and how long they had been sober. I was quite concerned that I would make some sort of social faux pas since I didn’t know the rules.

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

Cliff sat down next to Jensen watching the other alpha down two whiskey shots in a row. “Slow down alpha, or I’ll be taking you home in about twenty minutes.” Cliff admonished.

I would like to say I’m sorry to you for my behavior on Friday evening; however, I am worried about you and it upsets me that you keep drinking.

Luis states that the first time he tried alcohol was when he was 21-years-old. “I worked in the fields as a teenager and my brothers would ask me to go have a drink and I would tell them no. When I turned 21-years-old, my friend took me out and had one drink. I did not try and have another drink for almost one year.” Luis reports that at his heaviest use, from ages 22-years-old to 27-years-old, he was drinking 3 to 4 drinks on Friday and Saturday nights with 2 ounces of tequila over a three to four-hour period. “After I received my first Driving Under the Influence in January/February 2014, I stopped drinking and did not drink again until the day I received my second Driving Under the Influence charge. My sister-in-law had just arrived from

The moment I emerged from the stairway I began to stare at the man sitting in the chair across the room. This man was not the man I remembered; this man was pale, weak, and lacked motivation. He was not my grandpa: outspoken, stubborn, and jolly. However, the house had not changed one bit. There was still a cluttered mess on the table and reminisce of my departed great-grandma all throughout the house.

According to the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism website, there are over eighteen million people in the United States who have a dependence for alcohol. The Washington Post says that six people on average in the United States die each day due to alcohol poisoning. Two thousand one hundred and ninety people per year die because of an alcoholic dependence. Not only does it affect the ones who suffer from this disorder, but also the friends and family of the alcoholic. I myself am someone who has been affected by the abuse of alcohol, and lost one of the dearest people in my life, my grandfather.

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I can be cool if you do not drink. Once I was at a wedding with my brother and his friends, and there was alcohol there. All of them told me to drink, but I would not do it. As the wedding went on, and people kept nagging me. When I was about to give in, I saw a guy that I knew, and he had a lot to drink. He was about to drive home, but then I went up to him told him "you have had to much to drink." He said back to me "then how will I get home?" I told him "I will drive you home." After I got back to the wedding, everyone asked me "where did you go?" I told them where I went and what I did. Then they all realized that not drinking can be a good

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The summer before sixth grade, my mom became an alcoholic. At first, I began to feel as if I was drowning in the turmoil and alcohol of my house. The priority of my house was alcohol. Just when I lost my faith in adults, school began again. The structure that it provided, with clear rules, punishments, and meals saved me. Every morning, I was elated to spend hours in a building where I knew the adults were sober, the punishments only came when rules were broken, and my safety was a priority. As my mother's alcohol abuse escalated, and her boyfriend moved in with us, I began to devote all my time and energy to school and homework. When I heard a fight start between them, I opened a novel and blocked my entire house out. My adversity has driven