Nothing to see here right?
I wanted to share how the term “Merry Christmas” can feel, as the kid of an alcoholic.
Homely warmth gave way to hollow absence.
Christmas has always been a difficult time of year in my family. Tensions were high.
The domestic violence happened at home, behind closed doors.
I struggle to be carefree, but I am more accepting.
No child should ever feel alone at Christmas, or at any time for that matter
Facing up to the effect my drinking had on my children.
Children of alcoholics and families will understand our story.
Mourning the death of someone who hasn’t died, but has changed.