During my recovery, I read that a closet alcoholic couldn’t remain hidden. At some point, the need for drink would force them out.
Into my third year of sobriety, I know that’s not true. Myfamily belonged to a large church denomination that didn’t allow alcohol consumption. That didn’t stop me from indulging during my days at a prestigious small college in New York State. My degree wasn’t the only thing I took home with me upon graduation; I also took home my growing alcoholism.