Personal Narrative: My False Promises

I managed to reach a point where I began making false promises to myself and others about addressing my situation. Among those empty promises was the one where I claimed I would give up drinking, attend rehab and try to get my life back on track. I even fiddled with the thought of seeking inpatient assistance if things weren't working as planned. Let's be clear and fair. Even I was convinced that I was being genuine when I initially made these promises. I still trust that I made them with good intentions. The trouble was that as soon as the smoke cleared or whenever the opportunity became available, I found myself headed to the nearest package store for more to drink. How I managed to stay afloat financially is another brain-teaser …show more content…
I continued to slither further and further away from the gratifying grips of grace, deeper into the constricting clutches of some repugnance. It almost seemed inevitable. My wife verbalized to me how heinous of a state my actions had caused our marriage to drift into and how critical the time was for me to acknowledge, address and resolve things. Matters had become so distressing for her, she was at the end of her rope and began contemplating leaving. I had been unable to maintain steady employment yet I was flooded with pass due bills that were mounting at an improbable rate. Even though I feared the mere thought of having to live alone without my life, It seemed as if nothing in my life was stronger than my urge to drink and my commitment to doing so took backseat to absolutely …show more content…
Once again the stars blanketed my eyes with visions of peace and humility as I looked forward to one day, regaining and reliving my life of sobriety. I still say that it's unbelievable how the signs and symptoms of this disease was so ostensibly noticeable by everyone except me, the person affected by it. Nevertheless, I was so proud of how I was progressing, I even decided to return to school. But, this brought about another challenge. Though I received a pay increase from my new job, It still was not enough to finance me a higher education. Be that as it may, I was soundly optimistic about doing so. “Oh well!” I thought. “Maybe some other day and time!” Then I met a National Guard Recruiter who explained to me that if I committed just two weekends out of a month and two weeks periodically to their program, he guaranteed me that the guard would fully finance my education. If I obliged I would be able to maintain my primary job which allowed me to enjoy every weekend off and have a secondary job which would generously assist in acquiring my educational