Trigger warning: mentions of suicide
I have a clear memory from just after I had lost my dad to suicide at the age of 17. I walked into the kitchen to find my mom clearing out all the empty bottles my dad had hidden around the house. I knew my dad as a casual beer drinker and had always thought his falling asleep in his chair in the evenings was just from early mornings and a tiring day at work. Alcohol wasn’t a topic we discussed as a family, and I didn’t realise the extent of my dad’s dependency until after he had died, when small glimpses of that secret life started to surface in the aftermath.
The combination of a loss from suicide, coupled with alcohol dependency issues, was a deeply stigmatized event that I didn’t have the tools to talk about to process. I had already been developing my own unhealthy relationship with alcohol, and a stigmatized traumatic life event sent me further down my own path to dependency and secrecy. Instead of rightfully grieving a massive loss, I found ways to disconnect from my feelings through binge drinking.