One year ago this week, my hero died peacefully in his hospice bed
I went into “protection mode” – to protect myself from any further hurt or pain.
I went into “protection mode” – to protect myself from any further hurt or pain.
Loss of connection with a parent
Rest easy my hero
I learnt not to talk, not to trust and not to feel.
I learnt not to talk, not to trust and not to feel.
I never knew when I came home from school whether she would be sober, drunk or dead.
I loved my mum so much, but I was frustrated as I couldn’t understand why, if she loved me, she wouldn’t just stop drinking.
I loved my mum so much, but I was frustrated as I couldn’t understand why, if she loved me, she wouldn’t just stop drinking.
Trying to usher my friends out as quickly as possible as they giggled at my drunken parents
The pain at hearing my dad had died was immeasurable, my world stopped but the world continued to turn.
The pain at hearing my dad had died was immeasurable, my world stopped but the world continued to turn.
Forgiveness
All I feel now is sadness at what my dad went through, I truly believe no one chooses to become an alcoholic, it can just happen.
All I feel now is sadness at what my dad went through, I truly believe no one chooses to become an alcoholic, it can just happen.
Maybe my promise drowned in your bottle
I will never drink myself stupid.
I will never drink myself stupid.
I have learned to cope. But I do feel robbed of having my mum and wish that she was here.
To the outside world my family appeared perfect.
To the outside world my family appeared perfect.
Scarred for life
My mum kicked my dad out; my dad weren’t having none of it so he smashed my mum’s window and then started calling my mum names.
My mum kicked my dad out; my dad weren’t having none of it so he smashed my mum’s window and then started calling my mum names.
He is drinking himself to death but we still don’t talk about the problem
Even now when he is in hospital at least once a month from blacking out. Even now we know that his liver is beyond repair.
Even now when he is in hospital at least once a month from blacking out. Even now we know that his liver is beyond repair.
“It’s not her that hates you, it’s the disease”
When the bell rung at 3pm, most of my friends couldn’t wait to get out of school. For me, I dreaded that sound.
When the bell rung at 3pm, most of my friends couldn’t wait to get out of school. For me, I dreaded that sound.
