My name is Stacy, and for as long as I can remember, my father was always drunk. His long struggle with alcoholism deeply affected my mother’s mental health and sense of dignity.
Many nights, my mother would receive distressing calls asking her to come and collect my father, who was completely drunk and lying helpless in the streets of our town.
Those moments were always shameful and painful for our family. My father had been to several rehabilitation centers, but each time he returned home, it only took a few weeks before he slipped back into drinking.
My mother tried everything she could think of to help him quit the habit, but even after a decade of effort, nothing changed. Eventually, she decided she had endured enough humiliation and planned to leave my father for good.
Just two days before she packed our belongings to walk away, my grandmother called and told her she had found someone who could use his spiritual powers to help my father finally break free from his addiction.TO READ MORE, TAP HERE
