....When I was like 6 years old. I remember my mom and dad they used to give us wine Italian style in thsre little jars. I remember wanting seconds. I remember finishing my sibs' wine, I remember getting drunk at 12, slurring my words when my dad came to pick me up. I remember thinking that it didn't matter because that;s what he did. I remember thinking that if I was upset, that's how I should deal. I remember getting drunk at 15 after I lost a soccer tournament. I remember how oblivious I felt. I remember how sick I was in the morning.

I remember going to college. I remember thinking there was something wrong with me that I wanted to drink all the time. I remember thinking nothing mattered besides the booze and drugs.

I know now. There is something wrong with me. I'm an alcoholic.

We're all the same. We're all alcoholics.