I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks.
In a perfect world, it would be impossible to have an alcoholic sister. But, there is no perfect world. My sister is an alcoholic.
Updated on March 11, 2019 by
I didn’t acknowledge my grief. I drank. I drank until that grief became something that could be locked away.
Is it possible to approach a friend about their drinking without alienating or offending them? What if they feel judged?
I drank in moderation until after a second pregnancy. The medication wasn’t working. Nothing was working. I drank because…I could.