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My childhood saw its share of ups but also several unbearable downs, all brought on by alcoholic parents who chose to place the bottle in front of their child’s well-being. The rotten parenting behaviors I suffered through were: physical and emotional abuse, domestic violence, and neglect. This style of parenting caused me to have depression, anxiety, and a low self-esteem. I felt worthless, stupid; nobody could ever love me. [This is an aftereffect regarding children who endured abuse and neglect.] I strolled through my early high school years hoping that the horrors wrapped inside my head would forever vanish. My brain desperately needed to break free from the dreadful inner thoughts. I needed an escape from reality.
One day, during my early teens, I consumed alcohol. At once, my negative mind-thoughts were eclipsed with positivity. Suddenly, I had confidence and inner peace. After a time, alcohol turned into a weekly occurrence. Friends arrived in abundance and my popularity rose as if I were a rock star who just topped the charts for the first time.
However, during the years to come, [my adult life], that freedom I felt from drinking alcohol ventured in the wrong direction, sending me on a crash course to Loser-Ville. My grown-up life was littered with depression, alcoholism, addictions, jail, and umpteen suicide attempts. Chaos and near-death experiences were rampant, all on account of drugs and alcohol.
My chaotic life path would eventually come to a sudden halt because of one conversation with the Creator.
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