Alcoholism. A problem that I believe should be solved is alcohol dependence. It falls under every category in the book, it is a research quarry, intellectual challenge, an ethical dilemma, and simply a bad situation. My stepfather is an alcoholic. My parents got divorced when I was at the age of 7 and my mom remarried when I was 10. All was well: he had a job, he made us happy, but he drank, alot. He drank beer like it was water and every weekend he would break out the harder stuff with his friends. It never created a problem, he never seemed out of control, but we didn't realize that his control was being in a constant state of drunk. He started his own company and quit a stable job and that is when things took a turn for the worse. Being
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This is where the real problem began; his business went under and he started driving trucks again. He then got very sick. He was declared legally dead twice but was able to be brought back. I found him once passed out after falling out of the shower, that was the moment when it all hit me, I thought he was dead. After admitting he had a problem and going through treatment at a substance abuse facility everything changed. He was the same man that I had met when I was 10. He was loving and full of light. He found Christ and would tell anyone who would listen about his love and happiness. And then he relapsed; and fell back into the hole of darkness, and sickness, and addiction again. He hid things from us and lied to us. He would not tell us where he was going and some nights he wouldn't even come home. He would drink and drive, text other women, and would be completely unrecognizable to the man that we know and love. After lashing out he would wake up sober and say it would never happen again, until it did later that day. He has gone through rehabilitation therapy and then relapsed more times than I can even count. He thinks we don't know when he has fallen off the wagon, but we always do. It's like playing cards, he has some telltale signs: he
This is where the real problem began; his business went under and he started driving trucks again. He then got very sick. He was declared legally dead twice but was able to be brought back. I found him once passed out after falling out of the shower, that was the moment when it all hit me, I thought he was dead. After admitting he had a problem and going through treatment at a substance abuse facility everything changed. He was the same man that I had met when I was 10. He was loving and full of light. He found Christ and would tell anyone who would listen about his love and happiness. And then he relapsed; and fell back into the hole of darkness, and sickness, and addiction again. He hid things from us and lied to us. He would not tell us where he was going and some nights he wouldn't even come home. He would drink and drive, text other women, and would be completely unrecognizable to the man that we know and love. After lashing out he would wake up sober and say it would never happen again, until it did later that day. He has gone through rehabilitation therapy and then relapsed more times than I can even count. He thinks we don't know when he has fallen off the wagon, but we always do. It's like playing cards, he has some telltale signs: he