The point I want to make is that I don’t blame my dad anymore – he was ill – alcoholism is an illness.
The point I want to make is that I don’t blame my dad anymore – he was ill – alcoholism is an illness.
I had never been aware of what was wrong with her. I had had no one to guide me or to tell me that it was not my problem or that she had one.
I had never been aware of what was wrong with her. I had had no one to guide me or to tell me that it was not my problem or that she had one.
I will never forget my past and what’s happened in my life. I just try and believe my mum and dad are at peace now and in a better place.
I will never forget my past and what’s happened in my life. I just try and believe my mum and dad are at peace now and in a better place.
To the world outside everything was fine, a normal middle class family.
To the world outside everything was fine, a normal middle class family.
I deal now with the ‘who I am’, and I know I am a strong person but more importantly I know life can be good for me again.
I deal now with the ‘who I am’, and I know I am a strong person but more importantly I know life can be good for me again.
To anyone that has gone through a similar thing I would like to say: things get better, and don’t be afraid to ask for help.
To anyone that has gone through a similar thing I would like to say: things get better, and don’t be afraid to ask for help.
It was the first time I really knew what was wrong with me. For years I had been drinking just to exist but had always justified it as something I deserved.
It was the first time I really knew what was wrong with me. For years I had been drinking just to exist but had always justified it as something I deserved.
I look forward to finding ‘me’; the woman I was meant to be; to being affirmed in my journey. I didn’t know what I was looking for, and had almost given up. Now I know; it’s me!
I look forward to finding ‘me’; the woman I was meant to be; to being affirmed in my journey. I didn’t know what I was looking for, and had almost given up. Now I know; it’s me!
Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.
Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.
“Don’t trust, don’t talk, don’t feel,” these are the rules of a dysfunctional family.
“Don’t trust, don’t talk, don’t feel,” these are the rules of a dysfunctional family.
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