My tragic history of alcoholism goes back a long way. It started at the age of 14. If only I had known the problems it would create throughout my life, I would have never even thought about taking that first drink. My depression started at the age of 13. I was frequently getting picked on by kids at school. I was smaller and, in their eyes, an easy target. It created a lot of problems for me mentally and emotionally. I found my comfort in alcohol. It made me not care about what people thought of me. It made me not care about my surroundings. It allowed me to be a lot more sociable and fun to be around. I did not care how much of an idiot I made myself look. It was all in good fun.
Originally published at www.samwoolfe.com on December 29, 2018.