Alcohol and Depression: How Alcohol Affects My Life

Alcohol makes a lot of problems for me, causing depression and leaving a big hole in my heart. When I hear somebody talking about alcohol or when I see somebody drinking in excess, I remember my depressing experience with my dad because of alcohol.

My problems started four to five years ago with my dad. He was the best person in the world to me. He was nice, sweet, and funny. He was the perfect dad. He was always paying attention to our problems and everything we needed. At first, like every normal person, he was drinking on holidays or on special events with the family. But everything changed when he started drinking in excess.

He was drinking every weekend and sometimes in the week too. He never paid attention to what he was doing. When he was drinking, he never took care of anything because he was happy doing that. I told him so many times to stop drinking, but he never listened to me. He was always saying, “Don’t worry; it’s just for today because I feel happy and good.” But, every weekend that was his excuse.

I was angry at that time because he never was paying attention to my problems, and so many times I got depressed because I was feeling alone. When I was in depression, I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I liked to be alone, to walk in the nights, to draw or even to go to sleep all day long. I had problems at school because of my grades came down, and my friends were apart from me. Nobody helped me at that moment and I noticed that I never had a really honest and true friend.

Two weeks later, I talked with my mom about it. Everything was getting more terrible at that point, and she said, “That’s enough.” She was feeling bad in almost the same way as me. She was depressed, tired, and when she was feeling that way she was trying to find a solution by talking to me and expressing herself. We talked and she decided that the best option or choice was to separate. I told her to talk to my dad; maybe they could find another solution.

My mom talked to him. She told him how we were feeling and the problems that we had because of his addiction. At that moment, he promised that he was going to stop drinking, but his decision came too late. We left him, and when he noticed that he was alone, he started drinking even more until he found help.

When we moved, my mom, my brother, and I started from the beginning, all over again. My mom found work and my grandma helped us. She was taking care of us in the afternoons and we were living in her house. All that time, my mom was mother and father at the same time for me and for my brother. After all, we felt better.

It’s been five years since that and I think everything is better. My mom found a new person. I have two little brothers, and we’re happy. The last thing I know from my dad is that he has another woman and that he stopped drinking. I haven’t seen him all this time. Hopefully, next time I see him, he is going to be in a better condition.