So glad I did. Your story reverberates for me in so many ways.

I think the only person who did not know my father was an alcoholic was my father. He was not a drunk – I think that is many peoples misconception of an alcoholic, I never saw him drunk (until the eve of my wedding) but later it occurred to me that I had never seen him sober. Largely I think it was who he was, hail fellow well met – never missed a days work and the life and soul of the party in a society were your social life revolves around the pub. I think he was uncomfortable with being a scholar in a working mans world and he hid his intellect beneath the alcohol, we are all glib and bright when we’ve had a few.

I also see myself in him and realize that it could so easily be my addiction especially since I could use it as a pain medication too. Luckily I found my serenity, my purpose by writing, sharing others stories of how they overcame challenges in their lives.

When I read powerful stories like this I know I am doing the right thing.

your friend
Laine D.
http://www.thoughtsfromabroad.net