I Didn't Plan to Become an Alcoholic

Alcoholism runs in my family. My father had a problem, and so did his father, my grandfather, who drank himself to death after the death of his beloved wife.

My grandfather had two siblings, fraternal twins who both died alcoholics.

I have two sisters who have been through rehab. And there are a couple of other siblings who might need it, too.

My Irish heritage should have warned me. But I never thought it would happen to me.

I'm writing this blog for myself. I hope putting my thoughts down might help me look back and come to grips about how I got to this place.

Because I have to learn to live without alcohol.