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Diagnosed with depression 16 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Alcohol + Family = CRAZY


Despite my intimate knowledge of alcohol, I avoided the great misfortune of growing up around alcoholism or addiction. Over the last couple weeks, I have become more and more grateful for this. Over the last couple weeks, I have gained more intimate knowledge about alcoholism and the family than I ever wanted to know! And I still don't get it... Do you?

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2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Alcoholism just makes a bad situation worse, but maybe things would have been just as messed up without it, or screwed up in some different way.

It's sad all around, the pain people spread, the fact that they don't see there are alternatives. Yes, addiction is a disease, but it's hard to look at it that way when children are suffering. Maybe it helps to try to think of the parents compassionately, as sad souls who are caught up in their own pain, but that's a tough one (and not all parents are worth such compassion).

Can you tell I'm in a heavy forgiveness mode lately? I've never lived with an alcoholic parent, either, so I can't speak from that experience.

etta said...

You hit it right on the head, Jennifer. This woman has alcoholism, mental illness, poor coping skills...you name it. I usually preach compassion for her to her son! She is sick.
I'm having a hard time hanging onto that compassion now, as I witness her single-handedly and needlessly destroying her family and the boy I have worked so diligently with over the past 1.5 years.
Rather than compassion, I want to strangle her! I don't like feeling that way. But, like everyone else, I guess I'm human. Sometimes, it's just plain tough to be compassionate, especially when she's hurting others whom I care about.
Thanks for your insight.
etta



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