The Making of “The DadAholic”
(Part 0 of 3)
This is some type of introduction to my story about my journey through the first part of my life, and my arrival… here… to the first part of my life.
I have accumulated quite the collection of stories in my short lifetime. These stories a a variety of interesting, horrifying, and even unbelievable events and experiences that I have done a good job of hiding. Unfortunately for you, I’m going to share most of them. And it’s probably a good thing that I don’t.
I have several good reasons (and many selfish and ‘not-so-good’ reasons) why I will keep the majority of them to myself.
One good reason is that my stories aren’t special in the sense that other people’s are average. They are unique because they are mine, but they are average because everyone has their own unique history. I don’t see the point in stirring up memories and emotions (mine mostly) just to show everyone how… far I can spit.
Another decent (and selfish) reason is that I’m not going to put unnecessary personal information out for the world to see. And though there are few things truly secret in my life, people can work for dirt on me of they want it. But be warned because what some people may see as dirt, I regard as building blocks. And I’m not afraid of exposure. I’m just not going to fuel it.
So… I decided some time ago that I should document my journey in recovery. Actually, I want(ed) to document my entire life. For the reasons stated above. Additionally, I should mention that I find people extremely interesting. I mentioned that people are unique in their life experiences, and this is correct. But what might surprise many people, is the fact that most people have similar thought processes and instincts to one another. And when you see someone showing all the beauty and awe in their social media profiles, rarely are they much different from you. And the most likely scenario (though not in every case), is that they are more messed up than you think… or maybe even more than they realize.
That’s a post or series of posts for another time.
I’m going to break down my recovery story into a series of posts that will build on one another… I think. This post is already approaching 400 words and I’m not a huge fan of writing a book for a blog post. It’s hard on the eyes.
I will begin with my first decade of memories in the next post, which would be about age 7 to age 17. Then I’ll do 17-27, then 27-present, roughly.
Stand by while I figure out what I’m going to do…
Part 1 is HERE-
Part 2 is HERE-
Part 3 is HERE-