Un-Happy Hour

My journey to sobriety by way of alcoholism began much further back than I initially realized or cared to admit.  My childhood, much like many years of my adult life, is full of holes and lost memories. But, unlike the alcohol induced blackout periods that marked most of my adulthood, the source and cause of my gaps in time of my younger days remain a mystery to me. Trauma is funny that way. It has a way of stealing time, even the trauma you can’t fully remember. I am sure that is for good reason.  Self-preservation or rather self-protection, I suppose.  For now, for the purposes of this blog and my own healing, I will focus on what I can recall and leave the rest blissfully buried in the dark recesses of my mind.