So where do I start?
My childhood was perfect. I lived in a house full of love and I felt safe. I have 2 incredible parents and an amazing brother. I was ‘normal’, I was happy.
As happens to most teenagers at the age of 14/15, I started to experiment with alcohol. I did not enjoy it. However, I continued to do it as that’s what everyone else was doing, and I just wanted to be ‘normal’.
Secondary school is a blur to me. Mainly because there weren’t any major events during those years. I would describe myself as ‘in the middle’. I wasn’t one of the cool kids, and I wasn’t a nerd, or square as we called it in my day! I didn’t have loads of friends, but I wasn’t left out or bullied – just ‘normal’!
I spent my late teens and 20’s doing what most ‘normal’ people do, I had fun. Lots and lots and lots of fun. I partied in between work as often and as long as I possibly could. I travelled the world on my own visiting some of the most amazing places. And I drank. Like any ‘normal’ person when they are young, free, and single.
I had various corporate jobs over the years and when I got home from a hard day at the office, I drank. I remember thinking “I can’t wait to have a glass of wine when I get home and make dinner”. I would also have a glass of wine with dinner. Then I would think, “well I might as well finish the bottle”. I remember not sleeping well and feeling foggy in the morning. I’d make it through the day feeling tired and sluggish. The cycle would repeat.
This lifestyle continued until I was in my early 30’s.