We often forget that behind every alcoholic or drug addict is a family member — often several family members — spouses, parents, children, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles.
The light in his eyes was gone – blind fury stared forth. Alex* was no longer there. I felt terror like I’d never known but knew I had to break his death grip on my throat and hang on to the balcony railing over which he had me pressed – my daughters needed me. Their tear-strained, hysterical, panic-filled screams pierced my soul and gave me the mama-bear strength to physically break loose. Unfortunately, it would take many, many more years before the journey to emotional freedom began. And it was that journey that has finally set me free.
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