Personal Narrative: My Drinking Career As An Alcoholic

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During most of my "drinking career" I never really considered myself an alcoholic. I mean, I functioned in life normally. I had a house, a wife, kids, a job, never in trouble with the law, a faithful church goer, a youth sports coach... etc. I never showed up to functions under the influence, never missed work or important dates because of drinking, I thought I had it under control. Other than being anxious and not feeling so well physically, nobody in the outside world could even tell I had a problem. But over the last several years, I started to really think I might be an alcoholic. I mean, when you start hiding empty beer cans instead of throwing them away so that your wife wouldn't realize you had drank so much that week, or when you refill

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