Drinking was always a part of my life until one night that changed everything. It was a long night that into the next day. I started drinking when I was 14 and it steadily escalated into something out of control. In school I never really fit and was usually teased for different reasons. This eventually led to me becoming depressed. I don’t remember why I decided to try alcohol just that in the moments when I would drink I felt better about life. This steadily became more as getting a hold of alcohol became easier the older I was. On August 9th, 2012 that came to a screeching halt. The story I’m about tell was in the wake of another significant part of my life. Approximately 6 months prior I was engaged to a woman I loved. This changed
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I spent the rest of the night in jail under surveillance. At some point in the night, I lost track of time, my best friend and girlfriend came to get the keys so they could get back into my place. I don’t remember if I slept that night. The next morning, I met with the jail psychiatrist and was asked a bunch of questions about my mental state. After which he determined I couldn’t be held in jail and advised that I be moved to a psych ward. I was returned to my cell where I waited to be transferred. After what felt like forever, probably an hour, I was taken to the psych …show more content…
Looking back now I can honestly say that if all those things hadn’t happened I would be in far worse shape and possibly not alive. It’s been over 4 years since that night in August. While I was in the psych ward I broke up with my girlfriend and I have no contact with her. My best friend and I still occasionally talk it’s a strained relationship. My ex fiancé got back together a couple but it wasn’t meant to be and we both agree on that point now. I’ve remained sober since that day with a lot of support from family and friends. If this story is nothing else it’s a cautionary tale. I always used to say I could never become an alcoholic and now here I
I spent the rest of the night in jail under surveillance. At some point in the night, I lost track of time, my best friend and girlfriend came to get the keys so they could get back into my place. I don’t remember if I slept that night. The next morning, I met with the jail psychiatrist and was asked a bunch of questions about my mental state. After which he determined I couldn’t be held in jail and advised that I be moved to a psych ward. I was returned to my cell where I waited to be transferred. After what felt like forever, probably an hour, I was taken to the psych …show more content…
Looking back now I can honestly say that if all those things hadn’t happened I would be in far worse shape and possibly not alive. It’s been over 4 years since that night in August. While I was in the psych ward I broke up with my girlfriend and I have no contact with her. My best friend and I still occasionally talk it’s a strained relationship. My ex fiancé got back together a couple but it wasn’t meant to be and we both agree on that point now. I’ve remained sober since that day with a lot of support from family and friends. If this story is nothing else it’s a cautionary tale. I always used to say I could never become an alcoholic and now here I