I was barely 17 and I was an alcoholic. My life revolved around drinking. I hit the ground running at 14 and I came to a screeching halt when my mom told me I needed help. I didn't fight her because I knew she was right. I missed most of the second half of my senior year, but I was in recovery and learning to live for the first time.
I left a lot of damage in my wake and I lost a lot of time. Alcoholism runs in my family, so I grew up around addiction. I also learned that I suffered from mental illness -- Panic Disorder -- but I couldn't talk about that during that time.
My experience changed me for the better and 35 years later, I'm still a work in progress. Was it hard? Absolutely, but I learned to dig deep and I learned to accept that I had a disease. This journey has taught me that I have choices but my higher power is my guide. Of course, my story is more detailed, but remember: Build a network and never forget hope; there is always hope. Help others, give of yourself and share.
Victoria Simiola
Recovery Date: January 26, 1983
Hamden, CT