By all accounts I am a typical 22 year-old college student. I am in my fifth and final year completing two degrees, I work at a restaurant part-time, and I love reality TV.
My binge-drinking drinking started in my first year of high school. I always drank to get drunk, I was sick often and had my first black out within 2 years, but I thought my drinking was normal. I went to a small high school, had good grades, and all of my friends liked to drink too.
I knew I had a drinking problem about halfway through my sophomore year in college. There had been too many times where I had drank myself to the point of being sick and had found myself in dangerous situations, unable to take care of myself.
Despite trying to “control” my drinking, I continued to drink excessively. Nothing really bad ever happened to me, I was very lucky. Every time something really bad almost happened, I told myself it would be the last time, but it never was.
The last draw was an incident that involved my family in December 2016. I went to a New Years party and became extremely ill from drinking. I was crying, screaming, completely out of control. The crazy part was, I didn’t even want to get drunk that night. I didn’t understand what happened.
My dad, an alcoholic with six years of sobriety, saw the incident for what it was. I was an alcoholic. January 1st was the day my journey to sobriety and a better life began. I realized that if I continued drinking, it would kill me.
I am writing my stories to chronicle my journey and connect with other alcoholics, especially young women. I hope that I can help to reduce the stigma surrounding alcoholism and what an alcoholic “looks like”.
I am taking it one day at a time. I’m not drinking today, I didn’t drink yesterday.