To alcoholics.

I’m too familiar with you.

We may have no connection at all, but you’ll remind me of home.

Maybe, you’re nicer than them…

I cant blame you.

I understand addiction is hard, but I can’t help but feel hurt.

I don’t know what’s caused your pain, maybe you did it for fun and got too caught up.

I hope, you don’t think your addiction is a good thing. I mean, I’ve only met people who regret drinking.

Hopefully, you know that you affect more than yourself. I’m not bashing you for drinking. It’s your choice.

But… everyday, the thought of what my parents could be like if they chose to get help instead of sooth their pain with alcohol.

I still don’t blame you.

My parents are divorced now, my moms moved on. Guess what ruined it? Themselves obviously, but alcohol changed them… and it still does.

Maybe, you just drink 1 or 3 beers.

My dad use to be like that,

My mom use to not drink. She hates beer. Soon, he got into hard liquor and she joined in.

It wasn’t bad at first, they loved it. I guess they have too much anger now.

My mom and her fiancé down a bottle of vodka every 1-2 days.

Her liver is starting to get bad, she secretly cares… but she’s drunk.

I can’t blame them. I want to, I really wish I had the heart to smash their bottles. I wish I had the heart to scream at everybody. I lost my connection with my dad when I turned 11, he never acts the same. He’s a completely different person.

My mom has so much anger fuelled inside of her, I can’t help but be angry.

If you are working on being sober, I fully support you. Whether it’s alcohol or anything that’s bad for you; I promise you’ll feel better. I’m so sorry if the world hurt you.

I don’t know if I’ll have a relationship with my parents when I move out. My dad and I barely talk. My mom, shouldn’t be a mom… not anymore.

I love you all very much, please stay strong.