The beginning.....

This is my first post. I should give a little background about myself. I started drinking when I was about 16 years old. Not much, sips here and there, sneaking liquor from my parents liquor cabinet. Then around 17 I met my high-school sweetheart who had a soft spot for playing guitar, getting high and drinking beer. That's when the binge drinking started. And the drug experimenting. And the parties. Fast forward to my ex-fiance, not much of a drinker but an over controlling, physically abusive asshole whose words and actions led to me most nights locking myself in my car and sipping vodka out of the bottle. He hated my drinking, but it was the only way for me to cope and hurt him at the same time, so I started with the frequent trips to the liquor store. But it was still only mostly on weekends since I was in University and had too much work to do. I am such a perfectionist that not even alcohol would compromise my school work and my drive to be the best. After my ex and I had a horrible falling out (let's just say it involved the police and a 6 month restraining order), I took a leave of absence from school and my drinking got worse. I was heavily medicated and hurting and unfortunatly surrounded myself with other heavy drinkers in my family. This was the time that I really got into trouble. Got so drunk I would scream at my family and their friends, wondered off in the neighbourhood, car broke down and ended up in the worst part of Houston at 4 am, and crashed my cousins car into a poll and then past out. That was definatly the worst time in my life. Unfortunatly, it wasn't rock bottom enough for me to pull myself out.