“The journey of the perfect daughter is not about perfection; it’s about finding the courage to be imperfect, to be human.” ~Robert Ackerman, Growing up in a home shadowed by addiction is like living in a house with no foundation.
The ground beneath you is unstable, the walls feel fragile, and the roof could collapse at any moment. For me, this was my reality.
My earliest memories of my mother’s alcoholism are tied to confusion and worry—a child’s attempt to make sense of an adult world filled with unpredictability and silence.
Her moods were erratic, swinging from one extreme to another, I recall. I remember one night, she came into my room, woke me up, and told me not to worry, but she was going back to work.
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