My first memory of alcohol addiction was very young. I went to visit my father in NY, I remember in his kitchen bottles covered the whole counter, table, and even on top of the stove. The kitchen seemed more like a storage unit for empty bottles. Now that I’m older, I can’t believe he lived like that, surrounded by his demons. I stopped in NY before flying to Greece last year September and my dad picked me up to hang out. He couldn’t hang out with me sober. He stopped at this viral NY bar where they pour liquor under the bar, as if to hide all the liquors they mix into their viral drink. When he came out, I asked him to get me one. Because, 1st I am an alcoholic like him, and 2nd I was amazed to see the viral bar. I snapped a picture of the sign to post on social media and he came out with another strong drink for me. He told me some days he doesn’t eat but he will always have a drink. I was disgusted by that. After that, we went to a popular restaurant and had another drink there. After that day, I was really disgusted with myself. My dad lived to drink. That was his only outlet. And he has made some horrible decisions from his drinking. Things he can never take back. I decide now that I won’t be like him, and I will live my life for me. I will create memories of love, laughter, family, travel, healthy adventure, and success. We can break generational curses. Life’s all about choices. I never want my future children to see me in that light, or be the cause of their detriment.