Personal Narrative: My Life And 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.

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.

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.

“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

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

Overcoming an addiction is hard and something that i struggle with. I was 13 when I had my first drink of alcohol. From the first moment i had a drink i never stopped. At first i only drank sometimes and as time went on and as i got older the drinking become a more common thing in my life. I joined the church two days before i turned 18 and i had stopped drinking for my baptism, but shortly after i had started drinking again. It wasn't until i met to sister missionaries met with me and took me to the Addiction recovery program that the church offers. I haven't had a drink since then and that was three and a half years ago! It hasn't always been easy, but i will never drink again. My father has been an alcoholic for 35 years and after seeing

Tucked at the end of a long dirt road, framed with cacti, sat the low profile block building. Surrounded by a wire fence, I later learned it to be the men’s facility. My new home, the women’s quarters, sat in the open paved lot. “Phoenix Prison Camp,” read the sign. Joe opened the chicken wire embedded glass door and led us into the administration building. Dragging their feet, my kids accompanied us inside. We had few words to say. No one acknowledged us. We waited, huddled together on a wooden bench, our legs and hands crossed. Levi rubbed his face. I chewed my nails. Framed photos of Barack Obama and Eric Holder hung on the wall. Guards strolled past, ignoring us.

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

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.

At September 14th me and my car plummet to the ocean while i’m there justing waking up from a nap i took while driving scared and confused alcoholic on his way to his death. But before we talk about how if I escaped that situation let’s go back a few hours before all this happened. So there i was at a local party celebrating with me and my designated driver. I was drinking and dancing with some other funny people. I don’t like to admit it but i’m an alcoholic who obviously is addicted to alcohol but at this point i feel like i’ve drank every beer there is to man.

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.

Before we got in the line we had these people buy us alcohol but we are running low and sobering up and it's only about five at this point and the show didn't start for another six hours. We ask a couple of people to buy us alcohol but it wasn't the right moment. We ask this boy who looked well under our age to buy us alcohol. Just by his appearance, his skinny, long torso and long legs and neon green shirt make him look like a highschooler. “But, he has the bright orange wristband that says 21” I say. Wendy goes over to asks him and he says yes and she gives him the money. After a couple of minutes Wendy and I start watching and noticing they were talking. “It looks like they are just going to take the money and run.” “They aren't even getting in the line to buy the beer.”

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

The air was filled with a haze of smoke. A smell of stale beer fought the cigarette smoke for superiority. The light over the pool table and the television barely broke through the darkness of the room revealing 6 to 7 men of varying ages. One man sat at the corner table with his head down and every few minutes lifting it to take a swig of his beer. While the rest of the men all set at one end of the bar near the television hooping and hollering and cheering on the sporting event on the television. As the end of the match came to a close a few of the men grimaced with disbelief as they reached into their pockets and handed over a few bills of currency over to a couple of gentlemen standing around them. One of the men reached into his winning and laid a bill on the bar and told the bartender to buy a round for