Christmas was always defined by booze for me – even as a child. I was born to parents who had a drink problem but who took things a step further at the festive period. Like many children in that terrible position, I was terrified of the chaos that followed. It was abusive, violent and unpredictable.
On some Christmas mornings, the living room would be in disarray, furniture broken, and smashed glass all over the carpet. My parents would be drunk and screaming at each other – it was terrifying. That meant I hated alcohol, I hated the smell and the effects it had on my life. So I promised myself I would never turn out like my parents.
But unfortunately addiction to alcohol has dominated my life. The first time I had a drink was at my 18th birthday party. I was awkward and uncomfortable but someone handed me a vodka and cola. It made me feel grown up. Alcohol is always seen as a rite of passage and I was now, officially, an adult.
From my very first taste, I was hooked. Within minutes, I realised that it took away the fear that I constantly felt. I was becoming calm and turning into a social butterfly. That was the start of my drinking ‘career’ and for 17 years I chased that feeling while falling into abusive and toxic relationships. Running away from my past, fleeing any type of feelings – every life circumstance was buffered by alcohol.