The Road to Recovery
My dad got sober in the early '90s after a particularly rough bender that nearly took his life. Thankfully, he found the gift of recovery instead of what he was looking for that night. I never really thought too much of his drinking when I was a kid. Sure he'd get out of control at times, but that was normal to us. Soon after rehab, his temper actually got worse. We didn't understand what he was struggling with. I know he wanted to drink, but he was determined to stay sober. He later told me that Alcoholism ran in our family and that I would likely come face-to-face with it myself someday. The disease eventually took some of our family members, but I'm so grateful that my father died a sober man. In my teenage years and early twenties, I considered myself a generally good person and did the things I thought I was supposed to do. I worked hard, paid my bills, finished high school, went to college, and started a career. Lurking beneath...