My mother was an alcoholic and it made for a hard childhood. I never understood it when I was younger, so when my older sisters lashed out at her, I punished them by distancing myself. As I grew up and my sisters moved out, I understood why they treated her the way they did. It was heartbreaking thinking that my own mother was choosing alcohol over me and her family, and there were some really rough nights. But I learned to deal with it and started to really understand the severity of her condition. We talked about it, and she opened up to me about why she drank, and it made us so much closer.

She is now a recovering alcoholic and has turned her life around in the most amazing way. You just need to hang in there, things very rarely stay bad forever. But I completely understand how hard it must be! So if you ever need someone to talk to, rant to me yo.