Alcoholism Stories

"His name was Jessie. He liked grunge music and hated his father and didn’t have a mother. When he was twelve he’d been shamelessly in love with Jessica Alba. He had a book full of clean jokes in his room that were so stupid they were almost funny. He was twenty-one years old, a junior in college, and he hated carrots. That he could remember. All of that seemed menial, now. What did it matter if he’d once watched Avengers three times in a row because he wished he was Iron Man? Jessie couldn’t feel his legs. Couldn’t move them. Hell, he couldn’t even turn his head..."

Marical Bacques fell apart. The star hockey player known for being personable, sly, and fun was suddenly deep into a therapist's office, taking anti-depressants and attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. Although he was no longer in the sin bin on the ice it feels like he is in life off the ice. During his recovery, his therapist recommends that he pick up a hobby outside of hockey, as he can only view himself as a hockey player after the emotional abuse of his father. In his pink eyeshadow and red hair, Dallas Smith is there to teach Marical how to paint. Somewhere along the way, while he's working on bettering himself, Marical finds himself being taught many other things by Dallas. In a time of his life when the ice is uneven, and everything feels like a punishment in the sin bin, Marical is learning how to love himself and others.

⚢ 2024 August is coming closer, and with that the Munich residency is almost ready to start. Stress levels are high. So much is at stake. Everything needs to be perfect. Except this is real life, nothing ever goes as planned. Not professionally, nor personally. Everything was so thoroughly planned through, that no one thought about any complications in the final stretches of the visual. When her make-up artist fell sick on the same day of the shoots, they have no other option than to bring someone new to the team. Rather unknown Valerie brings fresh air to the set, while she is bursting from nerves on the inside. Who could have imagined that this last-minute job would lead to something more, something long term. Something life changing. Valerie finds herself growing closer to the singer in ways that she never could have expected, struggling with her own emotions as she begins to realize she's falling for someone she thought was entirely out of her reach. While that someone is fighting their very own demons in secret. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The characters portrayed in this story are inspired by real individuals; however, the events and interactions depicted are entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of the actual lives or experiences of these individuals. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not meant to offend or misrepresent anyone involved.

AVAILABLE NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!!!! Rosie: He was my first kiss, first love, and first heartbreak. The prince to my modern-day fairytale and my brother's best friend. We loved so hard, so deep, and fiercely; but it wasn't enough. His demons were too vicious. I tried everything to save him, be the light he needed to escape the dark. But, in the end, his demons, and the ones I didn't know I had, won. Today I'm getting married... And not to the one I love. Cillian: Alcohol destroyed my life, it corrupted my childhood and stole my adolescence. It robbed me of my future, the one that belonged to her. Loving her was paradise. Losing her was inevitable. A man so broken could never hold someone so beautiful in his palms. She was and still is, the only woman capable of healing the deepest of my scars, but I lost her. If only I had known the price she paid to save me, would rob her of the one thing she always wanted. Happily ever after. Is it too late for Cillian and Rosie to get the fairytale ending? Or is their love, simply not enough? --- Reader reviews: "This is an emotionally charged story. The feelings of the characters are beautifully written by the author, you are easily sucked in. A great read on Wattpad." - @danpaul01

Ten years ago, Rachel Roth made the most important decision of her life: to follow her dream. To do so, she had to leave her team behind, including Garfield Logan, the boyfriend she loved deeply. Desperate to keep her close, Garfield made impulsive and reckless mistakes in hopes of stopping her from moving to the other side of the world. Now, the Christmas spirit was nothing more than smoldering ashes in their hearts, unable to reignite under the weight of their pain. But could Santa have a special surprise to rekindle the magic of this holiday season and perhaps reunite these intertwined destinies?

Silver is a recovering alcoholic fresh out of college. He doesn't have a job, he's been crashing at hotels and occasionally his one friend's fake bar, and Silver could really just use a good someone to help distract him while he gets over his serious addiction. Gold is a student with the dream of traveling the world with only his backpack, pet lighter, and a computer as he struggles to finish his online college courses. In hopes of finding someone who can add a little adventure to his life, Gold signs up for online dating. When these two meet, it could be the greatest thing in the world...or the greatest catastrophe. Pokemon does not belong to me. Contains alcohol abuse. *Chapters 7/7

As a secret alcoholic, Janus isn't doing so well. TW: angst, swearing, alcohol, depressing thoughts, mentions of bars, mentions of smoking, mentions of vaping, SH mentions, medicine abuse, knives mentions, taser mentions, innuendos, mentions of hookups (will add more as needed)

This is my rough English translation of 今夜、すべてのバーで or "Tonight, in Every Bar in Town" by Ramo Nakajima, one of the few counterculture writers during the 1980s and 90s in Japan. I'm revising it this summer for publication. This will stay posted until a contract is negotiated for publication. If it's published, I'll remove this.

A Look Inside my troubled mind. I started this in 2014, I've added and removed tons of stuff from it. But I haven't gotten any better.

S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts are so bad, I don't even need the bottle for them to seep into my head. My teeth erupt into snow and crimson trying to stop them. They look like the old Japanese flag. S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts only come when my bottom lip is suctioned to the ravishingly green mouth of the bottle. Stupid move on my part. Or maybe it isn't. The bottle kissed me first. On those days, the bottle and its friends do the job of my teeth. Much more effectively. S O M E D A Y S. Nothing happens. S O M E D A Y S. Both happen. And the only option is to not have any options.

Never doubt whether miracle workers walk amongst us. They always have and always will. We feel a need to give them titles like genius and savant, to classify them as virtuosos, artists, and sometimes as Saints. Have you ever doubted that Mozart's wiring ran differently than yours? Or if Marie Currie understood things you never would? And there have been others, people with equally amazing gifts, whose feats we never hear about.... This is a story of one of them

- and i know all too well the pain of losing someone still breathing, but you can't find your way out of hell if you keep the fire from seething - a collection of my poems.

This will be Murdoc X 2D from Gorillaz, if you do not enjoy mlm or the ship, please do not criticize my writing based on those elements. It does have more focus on Murdoc's character, and what the character means, as well as what he believes makes him out to be a God. If you are not alright with triggers of child abuse, suicide, or alcoholism, please do not read this. I do not mean to cause any pain or make anyone feel uncomfortable. I do enjoy constructive criticism, as long as it is actually helpful to me and my skills as an author. This will most likely stay a one shot, or not grow very long. It probably will not include smut, and it is written to help me get through a few issues, so I apologize greatly if Murdoc's character seems off. Death is a surprisingly natural part of life. Nobody really knows what happens when you leave this plane of existence, but there seems to be at least some kind of paradise, and some form of punishment. Someone may die of natural causes, an accident, whether it be in the home or caused by Mother Nature. Some may even choose to commit suicide, and leave this world early. It can be chosen for many reasons. Guilt, depression, anger issues, aniexty, past sins, or lost memories. Sometimes, some, or all of these reasons can be mixed together, especially at old age, with these thoughts swirling around for years on end. (TW#SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, TW#MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, TW#SELF-HARM, TW#ADDICTION, TW#PILL ADDICTION, TW#ALCOHOLISM).

❝I tried to keep this pain inside but I will never be alright.❞ ❝I'm lost in these memories, living behind my own illusion.❞ ❝Lost all my dignity living inside my own confusion.❞ TW: alcoholism, mentions of grooming, mentions of drugs.

This is a poetical memoir. It's a collection of poems that I've written, since the age of 13, as I struggled with bipolar disorder, psychosis and grief. It's a story that starts in abject darkness and despair, and ends in a place of light and hope. It is my testament that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

After causing an accident that leaves a young woman in a coma, Chase Gibson must battle not only his demons, but hers as well.

She had 8 months. It's called acute lymphoblastic leukaemia. It killed her. These are my letters to my girlfriend in the days after she died.

The year is 2015. Barrett Greer is a cynical young writer with a hunger for fame. When she isn't at her job at an anorexic community newspaper, she's wrapped up in the world of celebrities. Instead of working on her manuscript, she's checking on the latest Hollywood gossip. Just when she least expects it, her recovering alcoholic mother lands on her doorstep looking to make up for lost time. Her hot mess of a sister yearns to become engaged to her boyfriend and plan a big wedding, it's all she talks about. Complicating her life is her office nemesis, Selma. The newspaper, Barrett's refuge from her family, is on the edge of folding unless a miracle takes place but with Selma looking to sabotage Barrett, she isn't too hopeful about her future with the paper. On assignment, Barrett meets Letty, an aging actress with a secret to tell. Letty hires Barrett to jot down her memoir because she fears will forget the important things in her life as she gets older. Barrett takes a keen interest in Letty's story when the actress divulges her relationship with Marilyn Monroe. Jack, Letty's handsome grandson, believes Barrett wants to exploit Letty's story and is wary of Barrett's celebrity obsession. Barrett is shocked when she learns that Letty helped Marilyn Monroe fake her death on a dark and rainy night in 1962. She sets out to find the legend, hoping to pen a best-seller with her discovery simultaneously saving the paper with the explosive news. When everything starts to go wrong, Barrett realizes that she needs her friends and her family more than she ever imagined. She understands that being a real friend to a Hollywood star means holding onto her secrets and protecting her from the brutal glare of the spotlights.

As a young child, I spent most of my waking hours wondering where I went wrong. Why did my mother lack the capability of expressing compassion toward me? I constantly wonder if my place on earth is meant to be. I still do. Was I assigned the wrong set of parents? By the age of 15, I was left to fend for myself. Since then, I had to figure out how to fuel my faith so that I can attain the strength to survive. My soul is beyond exhausted but I keep on going. It's been a difficult journey. I now wonder how much different my life would have been if mommy stuck around.