I grew up in a binge drinking culture. I have been one of the zombies… although I can say I never chased anyone or tried to harm them either.
My first alcoholic session (more than the small nip of wine we had as kids with a celebratory family dinner or a beer here and there with grandad) was when I was 14 years old, unknown to my parents.
On occasion I still over indulge, but no where near when I was younger. And only one or two at the most if my kids are around. My partner is what some would call a high functioning alcoholic. He drinks almost daily.
It has been a challenge for me and more so since we had children together.
It is one of the triggers to my awakening. It is the path I have chosen on some level and continue to as I continue to look within.
Lanu is right. I believe there is an element of depression to it all. What started out as “young dumb fun” has stuck. The feeling of not being good enough spiralling in the need to numb the pain with booze… which itself is a depressant.
Crazy. But once addicted, it has a powerful pull.
Zombies is a perfect definition really!
Thanks for sharing your first encounter.
Thanks for being you.