If you are the abuser, don’t cry “foul” if an intervention team shows up at your home one day – or morning – or even at sunset. And remember one thing always, no matter how tough you may have been having it, it was you who drank enough alcohol to alarm everyone who truly loves you. You may not thank your interventionists the day they strip the horse blinders off your eyes and mind but you will later when all the dreams for your life have become possible.
Love yourself enough to help yourself. Right now, your thinking is pretty off target. If you’ve been drinking heavily or binge drinking, your brain is operating on some strange automatic pilot because it surely isn’t operating on clear head stuff. Don’t try to rationalize why you don’t need treatment. Not if you want to see next year. Just go to an adult and ask for help.
Or pick up the phone and call Alcoholics Anonymous. You won’t be the first youth to show up at their door and thankfully, you won’t be the last. And when you get there, don’t sit there telling yourself that these guys or gals have nothing in common with you. Listen to their life stories. Listen like your life depends on what you learn there because it does.
Alcoholics Anonymous information site and meeting location finder: www.aa.org
You may also find Alcoholics Anonymous listed in your town’s local telephone directory.
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