Yesterday was a very difficult day for me. The events of the day raised some very painful memories of my childhood.
As an 8-year old child I made a commitment to avoid alcohol. I made this commitment while I was hiding behind the curtains of my parents’ bedroom.
I remember that day so clearly. I was in absolute terror. I was petrified.
My father was a drunk. And when he was drunk, he lost control. He became a violent and angry man. On this particular day, as an 8-year old child, I did something to annoy him. I’m not sure what. Really, I lived in complete fear of this man. I did not even talk to him for fear of being verbally and physically abused.
Whatever it was I did, or said, he became very angry and he took a knife from the kitchen and he started chasing me around the house.
I was able to outrun him up the stairs. I dashed in to my parents’ bedroom and I hid behind the curtains. I listened to this man scream and curse and threaten to kill me. I tried so hard not to make a sound. I tried so hard to control my fear and my tears. I could not understand why this person, my father, hated me so much that he wanted to kill me with a knife.
And I vowed then and there that I would never, ever drink.
Yesterday I was reminded that alcohol can cause people to do the most inappropriate things. As a child, I witnessed the destructive power of alcohol.
I made a decision to just say no to drinking. I have never regretted that decision.