Alcoholism is an addiction to the consumption of alcoholic liquor or the mental illness and compulsive behavior resulting from alcohol dependency. So, are we wrong to watch someone hurt themselves, but do nothing to help and add to their demise? Or are we right to ridicule them for hurting others to try and help them? Neither one is easy, but deciding which one we should attempt is the difficult choice we must make. We can all admit to doing both, I’m sure. In the past nineteen years, I’ve had a lot of success and made mistakes. But nothing would prepare me for the past six years of my Mother being an alcoholic. It was 2010 and I was preparing myself for my Mawmaw’s funeral. I caked my face with make-up again to cover my swollen red eyes and
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That’s okay because I’m happy with where I’m at in life. I’ll never be that person, my Mom, because I realized I could never truly be happy living that kind of life. But you should know something, I still love my Mom more than any person in this world right next to my Dad. All the arguments, giving her money for beer, taking the blame in the end, taking care of her when she couldn’t, constantly having to remind her of stuff because her memory is going could never make me love her any less. But it took the “best years of my life” which were in reality probably my darkest days to convince me to beat the odds and not turn out like my alcoholic parent. I’m honestly so proud of myself for being that statistic that was the outlier. Yes, it’s still early. I have such a future ahead of me, but I have no intentions of messing up any time soon! It’s all so important because she taught me a lesson: drinking won’t make your anger, shame, regret or fear disappear. I feared growing up and becoming someone I hate disliked my whole life. I’m over coming that every day. And all the anger and shame I’ve dealt with over the years are being forgiven by myself. Every day I forgive my Mom,
That’s okay because I’m happy with where I’m at in life. I’ll never be that person, my Mom, because I realized I could never truly be happy living that kind of life. But you should know something, I still love my Mom more than any person in this world right next to my Dad. All the arguments, giving her money for beer, taking the blame in the end, taking care of her when she couldn’t, constantly having to remind her of stuff because her memory is going could never make me love her any less. But it took the “best years of my life” which were in reality probably my darkest days to convince me to beat the odds and not turn out like my alcoholic parent. I’m honestly so proud of myself for being that statistic that was the outlier. Yes, it’s still early. I have such a future ahead of me, but I have no intentions of messing up any time soon! It’s all so important because she taught me a lesson: drinking won’t make your anger, shame, regret or fear disappear. I feared growing up and becoming someone I hate disliked my whole life. I’m over coming that every day. And all the anger and shame I’ve dealt with over the years are being forgiven by myself. Every day I forgive my Mom,