Many of you who follow my writings started to get to know a little more about me personally around one year ago. Today, in this third installment (and after my early life and childhood), I’m sharing essentially my teen years which should help you understand how I got to where I am today. I’m doing these articles as a source of inspiration (hopefully) to my readers, and also because I think there are many people who can relate well to my saga, if not exactly in a similar context, in the dynamics of the situation. Remember – no situation and no person is hopeless!

           Many of you who follow my writings started to get to know a bit more about me personally about a year ago. Today I’m sharing the next phase of my earlier life, childhood, which will help you understand how I ultimately got to where I am today, although I touched on some aspects already. Perhaps some of you can relate to what I write, and my hope is to inspire you and show you that no situation and no person is hopeless!​

             ​​Many of you who follow my writings started to get to know a bit more about me personally about a year ago. Now I’d like to share more details of who I am in a series of articles, and how I got to where I am today. First and foremost, you should know that I identify as an adult child. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with that terminology, it means that I am a child of parents who were involved in drugs and alcohol. For my dad, it was highball cocktails (think decades ago), and I would describe him as a functional alcoholic, and for my mom, it was those cocktails, more hard liquor, and legal, doctor-prescribed uppers and downers because she had trouble getting up in the morning and going to sleep at night. She was a full-blown addict although it was usually swept under the carpet in those days. Both of them smoked three packs of cigarettes a day. And by the way, my mom’s doctors knew she was drinking lots of alcohol.