If only a small fraction of the people afflicted with bulimia or alcoholism are moved by Quinn's revelation and seek treatment, her decision to make her private struggles public will have greatly served the public interest.
I began drinking more often and little by little, I was out of control. But, I couldn't admit it to anyone. If I said it aloud, it would be an admission that I was a failure. At the time, I felt that I'd rather be dead than a failure -- a less-than-perfect mom.
Cleaning out my mother's house has been both painful and eye-opening. Her photos, keepsakes and written words remind me of the amazing woman she once was, and highlight the glaring contrast between her then and now.
We decide how we want to live and we decide what we want from our lives. But that's only possible once we've made a conscious commitment to stop being human piñatas -- stop being victims -- and truly take responsibility for our lives.
Fly Away is a novel that will touch the hearts of all who pick it up and digest its pages, but it certainly would have been nice to have a break from the tragedies every once in a while. Instead they just all pile on as one sad event follows another.
Over my 25 years of experience as a psychologist, I gradually came to realize that drinking may be one of the most common yet least talked about causes of marital conflict. Unfortunately, in the couples I've worked with this issue is often swept under the carpet.
It's been 24 years since I used vodka like aspirin -- to numb my pain. In fact, I've been sober 22 years more than I drank, since I quit before I was old enough to buy the stuff. So my brain should be used to ordering Perrier and shaking my head politely as the Merlot bottle comes my way.
I used to get really angry with the alcoholics who relapsed. I'd see them shirking their responsibilities just as my father had shirked his. But, as I got older, I began to see that no shirking was really involved. Alcoholism is a powerful foe.
Health and mental health practitioners need not see an alcoholic behind every symptom in order to recognize that there are indeed prodromal signs that may be evident years before a patient's drinking might be "diagnosable."
I love St. Patrick's Day. It's so inclusive. By that I mean that though it's a bona fide religious holiday, you don't need to be particularly pious to enjoy it. Wishing everyone a safe and (reasonably) responsible holiday, I present my own candidates for the top drinking movies of all time.
We all know that if you drink a lot you become an alcoholic and can't function. This is -- if not God's will and written in the stars, the next best thing -- biologically and genetically determined, irrefutable, and irreversible.
In 1991, Tommy Rosen got sober and found the path of 12-step recovery. That freedom from addiction required several key elements: a spiritual path, community support, yoga, meditation, and a conscious diet.
My friend Tammy had troubles, but it took me awhile to figure it out. She was a redhead who smoked menthols, loved music, dancing and beer. Her father was a judge, a real one, but she herself was totally non-judgmental.
I had just quit my office job in an attempt to "find myself." I was unemployed and openly drunk in the middle of the day. This poem, "I Think I'm an Alcoholic," was an attempt at understanding, and making others understand, my precarious position.