The Beginning

 My name is Damien, and I am an alcoholic. 

See! That wasn't too hard, was it? Not too long ago, I knew I had issues with drinking, but enjoyed it so much that it didn't see myself as having problems. I wasn't always this way. I used to be able to function by only drinking 3-5 times a week. It got much worse during Covid, though. At times, I was drinking myself into a stupor, passing out, then waking up and doing it all over again. 

But where did this all come from? How did it go that far? Was I just born this way? Was I another one of Frankenstein's monsters that nourished with alcohol?

When talking about something that is so deeply ingrained into one's system, it is sometimes good to go into their history and the influences It had on the individual. 

September 27th, 1975:

Let the good times roll!!! I was born at 5:10pm in the evening. I was told that my grandfather was a manager of the local drive-in theater and that he announced my birth over the intercom system. Apparently, this was something of a big deal to the patrons, as everyone honked their horns in celebration! 

Unknown to me, and to those around me, was an upbringing filled with chaos, disappointment, abuse, neglect, and above all else, The Bottle. 

Join me on my journey as I recall events that shaped my life as well as decisions I made along the way that reinforced a life of Alcoholism. This will not be a woe is me story. I don't like the idea of living that way and I don't feel sorry for myself. But I will recall, to the best of my ability, some of the obstacles (and inspirations!) I've come upon in my 48 years on this planet. I am going to be as regular as I can with new posts, so stay tuned. This has been a bumpy ride, and hopefully this will at least reach person who has gone through something similar to let them know they aren't alone in their experiences.