It wasn’t the city I was running away from
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
Unable to live your own life
The truth of my childhood
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
The Child of an Alcoholic: It’s never too late to break the cycle
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
My mum, when sober, was the most beautiful, loving, and caring person
From around the age of nine, I began to understand that my mum was struggling with alcoholism.
From around the age of nine, I began to understand that my mum was struggling with alcoholism.
Sharing our stories is how we break the silence
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
Adult Child of an Alcoholic
The fearful child expecting the worst lives within
The fearful child expecting the worst lives within
Shedding the cloak of shame of addiction
I was a bystander in the wreckage of her choices
I was a bystander in the wreckage of her choices
You still have half of me
Time goes on like nothing happened. Everyone goes about their lives like nothing happened.
Time goes on like nothing happened. Everyone goes about their lives like nothing happened.
People ask me why I don’t drink – Harriet Strange
There’s freedom in speaking up and working through this.
There’s freedom in speaking up and working through this.
Alcohol prioritised our needs
I spent days thinking that if I did not exist, it would make her better.
I spent days thinking that if I did not exist, it would make her better.
