The Inescapable Memories of an Alcoholic

I’m writing this post today because the memories I have are too powerful and too painful to stay in my head. I don’t want them anymore, I need to let them out, I need to speak the truth and confront what I’ve been through.

I’ve been an alcoholic for over 20 years, ever since I was in my twenties. It all started innocently enough, it seemed like a good idea at the time, like a social escape. What I didn’t realize at the time was that alcohol was a double-edged sword, it was both an escape from my worries and a way to drown out my pain.

The years went by and my alcohol addiction got worse, I couldn’t function without it and I was desperate to get rid of it. The pain I felt when I tried to get sober was unbearable, but I had to fight against my demons and resist the urge to succumb to temptation.

The memories I have of my life as an alcoholic will always stay with me, even after years of sobriety. I’ve learned a lot and come to terms with the fact that alcohol can take control of your life and destroy it, I want to warn others that if they feel they’re slipping, there is help out there and you don’t have to fight it alone.

I know now that my future will be full of success and joy, and the inescapable memories of my alcoholism will be used as fuel to ensure that I never have to relive those moments of pain again.