I was born on the Island of Oahu to a good family. There was never any drug use or drinking. I guess you could say it was hard though, having to deal with them talking about gay people. Little jokes and derogatory terms. I never felt that they would understand if I told them. I was sexually abused from one of my siblings from a very young age.
My 23-year-old son first started using drugs when he was around 16. Suffering from severe depression and anxiety disorder, he attempted suicide by overdosing on anti-depressants and aspirin. Luckily, he survived that suicide attempt.
I’ve told the story of how my path to sobriety seemed to unfold before me in quick, sometimes jarring, stutter cuts over the course of the Spring of ’97 that I sometimes get the feeling when I tell it again that it will simply bore people. Or, that they may simply be disinterested. I may be projecting when I say that I often feel sobriety seems insignificant to those for whom sobriety comes easy. I’m already rambling.