At a friends request I have taken time out to write about this girl I know who happens to be my boss’s daughter and well she has the greatest hand jokes EVER! You know when you were younger and at school you would draw these funny faces on your hand and make jokes about them…well I think she has perfected this art! Everyday there are newer and funnier ones…so keep up the good work Emma!!! Your jokes always make me laugh!
Most of you that come here and read my nonsense, have of course seen one of my first posts about alcohol addiction. A woman that I will refer to as LH reached out to me recently about this previous post about her battle with the same disease that stemmed from her sexual abuse as a child. She was unable to cope with the pain her heart felt, so she turned to alcohol, and at first it was something to take her mind off of the pain. It soon grabbed her like a muscular man not willing to let go..luckily se was able to find the inner strength to get out of the addiction before it became too strong. I am inserting an excerpt of the email she sent my way! If you or someone you know are struggling with any type of addiction please get help, as I am not a professional…I am just a writer looking to help others through the personal dealings with this disease.
LH wrote to me on 2/4/2010
Her story is as follows;
It was an extremely moving and well written piece so I looked at some of your other blogs and decided to follow them. You hail from my home state (I was born in Atlanta, Georgia) and your views are pretty unusual for the deep south, at least from what I can remember. I’ve been out in LA for years.
Anyway, I too have had personal experience with addiction. My dad was an alcoholic my whole life and I am a survivor of sexual abuse until I was 12. He was also a preacher, Methodist, in South Carolina. And nobody in my family believed me. I stuffed all of these memories so deeply until I began therapy when I was 26 and then it all came out. And it was ugly. So I partied on top of them. For ten years. I and watched my career dreams as a writer/director start to disappear. Lots of stuff happen, I barely stayed out of jail and without a home. And a friend who had what I wanted pulled me into a meeting and I got sober. That was 9 years ago Jan 17. Saved my life.
But the way you described your mother needing to drink even though she was killing herself I understand. I was doing that to myself too. And it was something bigger than myself that pulled me out. To this day I don’t truly understand how I got out.
There is more to come…so please come back!