How the Bottle Drank Me

Most humans born without the addictive gene simply don’t understand addiction…I used to think that alcoholics were only those bedraggled and miserable men who found themselves dead drunk in a gutter…until I began to research the subject. Addiction is a many-headed monster and can attack anyone. I wrote a post about this you can check out:

https://miraprabhu.wordpress.com/2013/09/03/demon-of-eclipses-illusions-part-19/

Thank you, Jason C. Cushman, for your honesty – we are only as sick as we are secret!

There was a time in my life when I was an alcoholic. Generally when I share this information people look at me and my youth and instantly shake their head. How can someone so young have ever had a disease that is always given a face of age, grief, and shame? What they see are the walls I have always surrounded myself with. What they don’t see is the soul inside that screams at those walls.

I entered the state of grief when I was rejected the second time by my birth mother. I count the reunion that did not happen as our “second time” because the first feeling of rejection had to be when she left my ass on a street at the age of two years old. Is there any worse way a person can reject someone? I suppose there is, but for a two year old I…

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