It was 10am and my studio smelt like cheap wine. Everywhere. My body felt like it had been glued to my unkempt bedding; I couldn’t move. My eyes wished they had never opened while my mind already wished it was some place else. So I got up to forget again. I started stumbling to the fridge and, oh shit. I found out why my room smelt like wine. My laptop was laying on the wooden floor of my San Francisco apartment…wet. What did I do last night? All I knew
Read MoreWhen you grow up with a father who is an alcoholic, either recovering, recovered, or who currently has a problem, you learn a lot of things. In my case, my parents divorced when I was very young, and so many of these things I did not learn until later. I have always struggled because of this. When your father is an alcoholic, you learn that it’s weird that you come from a broken home. There is a special bond between a father and his daughter, and you learn quickly that
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