Day 03: Alcohol: Love to hate you

Drugs. Don’t do them unless prescribed. Drugs are bad, m’kay?


Alcohol is tricky for me. I was never around alcohol growing up. I was raised Mormon. No one in my family drank. I didn’t have my first taste of alcohol until I was 18 and in college and even then I wasn’t really a big drinker. During my adult years, after my first kid, was when I started drinking more. We used to hang out with a two different couples at each other’s house every weekend and drink. It was actually a really great time in my life. Care free, fun.

Then things fell apart. My best friend and I had a falling out. We stopped speaking and I woke up one morning after Christmas to a phone call telling me her and her husband were killed.

By a drunk driver.



Coincidentally, she had just picked her husband up from the bar because he was too drunk to drive home.

I have never looked at alcohol the same again.

I still drink occasionally. Mostly, it is to self medicate. I never drink alone but I find when I do feel like having a drink, it is when I am feeling low. While it gives me a pick-me-up during, it throws me back down lower for weeks after.

I am actually considering giving up the juice but I still enjoy having a random beer or glass of wine with the neighbor while we wind down from the busy week.