Personal Narrative: My Life With Alcoholic Father

Living with an alcoholic father changed the atmosphere in the house; therefore, changed my beliefs with God. Whereas wondering why was I born into this family? With every star, comes a tear. Like rolling thunder, like rolling anger. Being destructive like a tornado. Breathing hard like a hurricane. Being hot like the sun, I become a meteor from the sky. With every wave, comes a fear like a tsunami. With rejection comes an earthquake. Being lonely like a drought, being hurt like being damaged by hail. Relationships are like mudslides, they come and go. My environment is like a volcano, I never know when I will explode. My identity is like a typhoon, along with not having control of the avalanches. Personality traits are just like the four seasons. Having self-image is like the change of the clouds. October 22,2013, I walked into Mercy Ministries, in Fenton, MO. I got accepted to Mercy Ministries, a Christian program, to help young women, whereas lives are transformed and hope is restored. On April 5, 2005, is when my life really started to fall apart. Of course, this was special day, my mother’s birthday. My father was very intoxicated that night, and that’s when the
The screaming, fighting, and things being broken had shaped my life into being angry myself, and others. I felt worthless, unloved, and not wanted. I remember screaming at God what did I do wrong, to have this life. Since, hope needs to be restored in my life, I must manage my emotions. In fact, one book I enjoyed was, “Me and My Big Mouth, By Joyce Myers”. After, I done reading, Me and My Big Mouth; Consequently, I said aloud, “Where have you been my whole life”! Therefore, I knew at moment I needed to speak life with my words, and act like God with good morals, along as I want a better future for myself, and others around me. I must let go of the past, so God can work on restoring my