Personal Reflective Piece - Why I Don't Drink Alcohol (Not their real names - used to protect their true identity)

It was a clear morning, too early for the birds to be awake, and the party was winding down. It was the dawn of a new year, of a new millennium. Empty bottles and cans were scattered all over the dining room, and all throughout the swimming pool area. Spirits were high, except in the Sambuca bottles that lay empty on the table. The party had been a long one, longer still because it was …

…never been told in detail before, and the only time that I have been able to recount it in person was in the winter holidays 2004. Four and a half years later and I have finally broken my silence... finally I have been able to recount the even without tears coming to my eyes, without the vivid recollections plague my dreams, my thoughts. I am over it; however it will remain with me all my life.