Personal Narrative: Home Drinking

Growing up, I dealt with a mother who struggled with addiction; to be unambiguous, she was an alcoholic. She drowned in her alcoholism as it pulled her down an alarming road. She was dreadfully depressed and believed that alcohol was the only way to make her feel better, addiction blinded her from what a great life she could have ahead of her. Not a single member of our family knew how to help her comprehend how much happier she would be if she could stop drinking her sorrows away. When it came to family events, my mom would try to conform to how others were acting and act “sober” even though she was already countless drinks deep in to drinking. Nevertheless, my mother just wanted others to like her which would lead her to change her outward

For me, that would be a very unfortunate situation. I absolutely love milk, and I drink more than I should. My go to drink is chocolate milk or hot chocolate. I have hot chocolate at least twice a week, and have plain ol’ chocolate milk at least three, if not more. It doesn’t help that I have a collection of Disney mugs that I love to use, and what perfect drink to put in them besides hot chocolate. Milk is of very high need in my life, and my world would be stygian without it. Don’t get me wrong though, I enjoy root beer too. However, I drink root beer abstemiously. I think the only time I ever drink it is when I’m looking for something fizzy to drink, and it’s the only pop in our house. There are also occasions when my mom brings home little

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

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

On November 16, I received the notice from U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission District Office, Phoenix.

She leaned back in her chair, slowly sipping her Cosmopolitan, her eyes roaming him. His suit was custom tailored, she could tell by the buttons on the arms and the material she had felt brush up against her when they had shaken hands. The white shirt and tie were of the same high quality. His skin was tanned and was the first indicator that he had passed the legal age for drinking a while back, probably about twenty years or so. But aging had probably made him more attractive, she admitted as she looked into his eyes.

I too wrote about getting Ben enrolled into vocational school because having a job would be the best for his life. I like how you added on the idea of it creating responsibility and accountability. However I would like to ask why you didn't decide to put Ben through some sort of treatment or preventative program involving alcohol. While yes he may not have a trouble with alcohol, his crime is heavily involved with it and he very well could re-offend doing a similar crime. I feel that by him using his story to talk to people going through alcohol treatment he can make a big difference on their lives and might help prevent the crime with those individuals. As discussed by rehabs.com (2016), a strong peer support is crucial for the

I had depleted quite a bit of my funds by now, yet my will to continue drinking had not at all depreciated. I called for another taxi in an effort to find a store that sale liquor this hour of the night. This time, my driver wasn't so friendly and neither were the residents surrounding the store he dropped me off by. Though I thought I was being on high alert, they managed to loot $50 from my back pocket and steal my cell phone. Pissed off as I was, even that wasn't enough to keep me from going forward as planned. Just when it seemed illogical that things could get any worse, I eventually drank until I blacked out and was left clueless to where I was. When I came to, I thought I was back in the hotel room. To my dismay, I managed to

How would you define the average drinker and mostly where do you think he or she spends there time drinking at. Does it always have to be a harmful thought or assumption that there’s too much on their mind? So maybe they tend to stray from reality for a bit with a glass of liquid that requires acquired taste. For a moment my thoughts float then proceed to come down targeting the first customer that has walked in. Approaching the bar, stood a man in his mid-forties with blue jeans and a vintage Nebraska jacket. The man begins to greet the familiar face he’s accustomed to every morning. How you doing Mrs. Dailey, she replies doing well as he sits in a stool facing a wide range of bottles. “What will it be today Joe, he responds with a miller.

I think that I shall attempt to be original on this topic. Just joking. The worst act of deviance that I have taken part in to my recollection was underage drinking. Before I start talking about this particular act of deviance I would like to say that it was a blast and I would gladly do it again. Also I did know this act was one of deviance, I believe most people know what they are doing when they break the law and I particularly did about this act. My parents and I had talked about underage drinking on several occasions and how there would be plenty of time later in my life to party and get drunk.

Aaron lived with both biological parents until a young age with his younger sister. There are reports that his father had a drinking problem and ended up leaving his family. His father has a history of alcohol use, DUI's, and other legal issues. The father has been out of his life since he was an infant. His father came back into his life on occasions since he left, but Aaron has had no contact with him in the past few years. This does not upset Aaron. He believes his father was toxic for his family. It is not a topic he goes into detail about. This does not upset Aaron.

Ding! The elevator I was riding kindly notified me of my arrival at the second floor of Buxombaum's Convalescent Care. I took a breath before stepping out into the aseptic, fluorescent-lit corridor. My grandfather was a forgiving man; an ardently religious—possibly to a fault—man, to be sure, but forgiving. I had nothing to worry about.

Carl, Derek, Adam and I plan on having some leaving drinks this Friday so as it’s been a pleasure working with all of you which I’m sure you all will say the same about me without a doubt and you fancy a drink in my name after work then you’re more than welcome to come along to provide a real legends exit, also applies to anyone I didn’t include