Hi! My name is Charlene im 29 years old, and my addiction is to alcohol… Im not proud of it by far, im losing people that i thought would b with me for the long haul but i proved them wrong just because they saw the intoxicated side of me… I have had my struggles with life personally that lead to me picking up a bottle to mask the pain, for example my adoptive parents and i have never had the greatest relationship since i was 19, when it just went from worse to toxic, i wont bore u with the long story but i do want to share that my adotive mother fell deeply ill with pancreatic cancer, she did beat it at one point but then it came back with a vengeance and attacked her liver too… She eventually was give hospice services for the short months left that she had, and passed on October 14 last year… And when i was told she was diagnosed til the day she passed i picked up a bottle when i thought about her and everything she was going thru and money being spent all for nothing to really work and her leaving a family that truly loved her very very much! I always thought that drinking in my mind was my moment to b my true self, because i honestly didnt no who i was when i wasnt drinking… I started about mid 20s and had 1 incident of a blackout and ended up in the hospital, which i thought that was my time that i was ready to get help… That was December 26th of last year today is april 28th and as of right now as i write this bio im