The Wake up Call: Part 1
Hi my name is Greg and I'm an alcoholic. I'm 26 years old and I'm coming up on a year sober. I'd like to share my story.
I'm an adopted child from Ireland. I grew up in New York City. All the "friends" I grew up with were my friends since pre-k. My little gang stuck together after we left grammar school. It was only until I got sober did I realize why we never found other friends. We stuck together because we're all raging substance abusers. Drinking would go without saying when I would meet up with them. The fun revolved around alcohol and I was in denial the whole time.
I have bartended my whole life. I have found it to be the greatest job in the world. I remember thinking to myself after I got my first job bartending, "Wait, So you're telling me I can get paid while I drink? I can watch sports and drink all at the same time? " The only thing I wanted to do was watch baseball and drink anyway. I never found drinking to be an issue. I just assumed everyone drank to excess and that's the way people on earth live. I never found blacking out and getting carried out of a party to be a problem. All the other people I surrounded myself with were blacking out too so this can't be a problem. Well, it most certainly was a problem.
The only thing I could do sober was watch baseball. I always found the sport to be so fascinating and interesting. I grew up watching the likes of Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Jorge Posada and Hideki Matsui. I loved the Yankees and nothing else mattered when the Yankee game was on. When I started missing Yankee games because of hangovers or parties, I started to realize something was really wrong.
After about 18 months of blacking out (literally) every time I drank I had one of those nights that you never forget. On March 9, 2015 I was at a friends birthday party which was an open bar format. I drank to excess and I didn't remember a thing. I woke up in my bed having no idea how I got there, and I walked into the living room. It was starting off like one of my usual next morning nightmares. Where your wallet is empty and your head is pounding, except this time was different. My dad was sitting in the living room with a black eye. I jokingly asked him if he had a rough night also. Unfortunately, he wasn't laughing and he said to me "You don't remember doing this to me?". My skin turned white like a ghost and my jaw dropped faster than a roller coaster at Six Flags.
I will never forget that morning of March 10th. After I saw my dad's face I sat in my room and cried for hours. I had no job, and most certainly had no girlfriend. I was completely directionless in life and I physically assaulted my father in a blackout the night before. I couldn't keep living like this. After I wiped the tears off my face, I knew it was time to make a drastic change. I sat on my phone and I Googled "Alcoholics Anonymous meetings in Queens, New York". I just sat there and stared at the screen for about 30 minutes before I pressed enter to start the search. Little did I know that Google search was about to change my life forever.