Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Drinking

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.

“You don’t see the problem?” she screamed outraged. “You are so drunk you probably don’t even know your own name. I can’t deal with this anymore, Jack. I don’t want to have to worry about our daughter while I’m gone because I can’t trust you to watch her. I’m sorry but I’m done.” The wife was shocked with herself but knew that it was the right thing to do. This needed to be done because Jack would never change.

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

“Mam, I love you. I can never thank you enough for teaching me the importance of second chances. Thank you for loving me. I did not have you back in my life for long enough,” whispered Audra, “but our time together changed me. Thank you.”

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.

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

I need sleep,” my dad said, dismissing us when we got back to the house, sitting awkwardly on a sofa which had collapsed beneath his weight. His tracksuit bottoms caught up on his calf exposed the shocking white of his skin. I straightened the covers for him, plumping the cushions.

“I love you, as well, but you’re wrong. I can quit drinking anytime I want to,” Louise said as she turned toward the wall again and mumbled. “Guess someday, I’ll face the demons from the past.”

“I… I… I understand now. I get it. I’ve been listening to your music. I looked up the lyrics and I fucked up I don’t want to…I don't want to loose you.”

I understand that, at least for me at the time, drinking was a way of connecting with friends, to socialize with strangers, and to alleviate the shyness. But in hindsight, I noticed there was a change from wanting to needing a drink.  It was a way to deal with the tree of work and life itself. Years later now my wife and son are in the picture, I do my best not drink "that much" at home, but still finding a myriad of excuses to do so.

“Let’s not dodge the point,” she said, “If you continue on the way you’re going, you will become an alcoholic or an addict. What chance do their souls have to be pain free.”

I heard everything that you said last night, and I do apologise for making you feel limited to the amount of information that you could share with me. Per our previous conversation about love, I wasn’t trying to be right; however, you particularly would not allow me to get my point across so that you could completely understand where I was coming from. I am not attempting to argue a point now, I am just saying that you as well had a part to play. I know that I prefer to hold things in until it eats me alive, that’s just how I learned to survive, I learn that if I dealt with things later or never, I would be okay to get through the next task(s) at hand. I am aware that I am a control freak, I’ll admit that all of the time, but it’s naught my

They say whiskey helps with grief, it makes you forget. Whoever said that must have lied because I don’t think I will ever be able to forget them. I’m five bottles down and I still can’t drown out their screams, their terror-stricken faces. It haunts my dreams. Pain, pain that’s all I feel now. I just want to forget. Time to forget, I whispered out before chucking the bottle back. You can’t forget this, you won’t be able to. This is will consume you; let it consume you .my subconscious chirps darkly. Fine, I mumble closing my eyes and letting my mind take me for a ride.

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry I was being rude to you Daniel, you know how it is at these times of life, the alcohol starts kicking in, the mood swings, I can hardly control myself.”

"Katelyn Marie Thorn, if you can hear me now, I just want to say I'm sorry. I was an idiot, am an idiot, and not only has my condition affected me, but yours too. The guilt of hurting you, the love of