I didn’t know I came from a family of alcoholics until I left them. I didn’t know I was depressed until I didn’t want to live anymore. And I didn’t know I could feel better until I did.
My days of being a party girl are long gone but I always was more of the suburban sociable wine drinker anyway. A glass or two with my friends, a Cosmo at the bar, maybe some free drinks at a show. Drinking made me feel bad and caused me to lose memories, yet I drank anyway. Alcohol abuse crept up on me.