He idolized the regulars who sat around a table drinking, smoking and laughing. “I desperately wanted a seat at that table.” Following his first drink at 16, Billy’s weekends were filled with parties. “I would drink and be the life of the party.” Eventually, he needed to drink daily. He would tell himself, “I need to drink because if I don’t drink I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin.”
If I didn’t drink, I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin
Billy progressed from alcohol to marijuana to cocaine and other hard drugs. “Eventually that’s not enough…and then it’s selling your parents’ wedding rings to make sure that you’ve got enough cash to get high that day.” While attending church with his parents one Sunday, the pastor asked how he was doing. Billy admitted, “I’m doing terrible.” That’s when he realized he needed help.