Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Drinking

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.

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

It had been a stormy night when she had done it. She was staring down a tall glass of beer, barely nodding her head as she agreed to the terms. Her life for everything

I was kneeling on all fours, water cascading down my back and my face. I retched for what seemed like the 100th time that morning and spit out yet more bile and shame. As I wiped the water from my eyes, I caught my reflection in the metal plug of the shower I was dry-heaving in. What stared back was a gaunt face with dark dead eyes. It was only then that I audibly acknowledged what I've always known in my heart needed to happen. Whiskey, I'm leaving you.

“My drinking is fine. Only reason I drink is because of my Mother. Ironic, is it not? Besides, I have talked enough about the damage that bitch has done to my life in our previous meetings; maybe you should pick on someone new. Like this guy,” Kyra responded, pointing to the tall and limber fellow sitting next to her.

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.

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.

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

On Wenedsday August 25, 2015 at 12:00pm, I went to an AA meeting on 570 Karl road, Columbus, Ohio, Cristian church. The people were very welcoming , they started by reading the 12-stepfellowship. They recite their prayer and each menbers introduce themselves as an alcoholic. It is amazing to see how the group interct among each other freely probably without any concern of being discriminate or being judge.

Although, I am now reaching the age of where most people are starting to think of retirement and looking back at what they had accomplish compared to what they did not. I am looking forward to having two master’s degrees this year, and starting my own substance abuse clinic in my community. At this time, I am a social worker for Child Protective Service of West Virginia, and a youth service worker also. At this time West Virginia is rated the ninth highest rate of prescription drug abuse in the nation among 18 to 25 year olds (Raby & Mattise, 2015). As of now the West Virginia legislation has passed a bill that will allow for Narcan to be purchased over the counter in pharmacies (Raby & Mattise, 2015). The rates of overdose deaths continue

After I got there, the meeting was called to order by the person in charge of the meeting. The man read some things that were in a book, I do not know what it really know what the book was called. Then three of the people that were there for the meeting also reads something to the group. The person in charge of the meeting then asked if there were any newcomers or people attending that particular meeting for the first time who care to introduce themselves only by their first name. Next the person in charge of the meeting made some announcements about AA and the days and times that they have meeting at their location. Then finally, the person in charge of the meeting began to talk on the topic. After everyone who wanted to share, they allowed the

It was a warm April day with clouds hanging and storms on the horizon. School had just gotten out, and everybody was rushing home so they could start their weekend plans. For most people that included prom, but me and my friends had different plans, which included going out to eat on Friday night. On the way to the restaurant, me and Sara were talking about how my excitement was building in anticipation of receiving my drivers license and talking about our difficult homework.

Bars all I see all day is bars, I can't stand them no more. I look outside and see the sunshine and children playing, I hate being in this little concrete room waiting for me to be dead. I'm going to escape this joint. My wife has given me a wooden gun yesterday, i'm going to break out of this joint tomorrow. As I woke up early this morning felt like a new man knowing that today will be my last day here. As I waited for the guard to come to me and cheek if I did not escape for some odd reason he was being slow like he knew something was going to happen. As I was waiting for him I felt my heart starting to pump out of my chest. Then I heard thumping from boots I started to relax myself by saying, This is what you've been waiting for. He walked

After my challenge of 8 glasses of water a day for 8 weeks; I think my personal behavior has changed, I am not as moody anymore, I don’t have a huge issue about being perfect, I’ve learned that I become much more focused on schoolwork while drinking water. My overall health has improved, my bowel movements are much smoother, my skin isn’t dry all the time, however I have realized I’ve been feeling more colder since the challenge but that also could be because of the current weather and finally I think my pain tolerance has increased (when I wax my legs it doesn’t hurt as much). I choose to do this behavior because I personally believe that soon Canada will be having the same water issues as America and I want to take advantage