Thinking outside the box.

I call the box the box of knowledge or the truth. Both which I do not accept because of my raising. My parents were alcoholics and I blamed myself and was a loner for the rest of my life because of it. I do not want to see what I now see and understand because that alone is my handicap, not recognizing it, this late in my life. I have friends and family who will help me get help and deal with this problem. But I am beside myself because I would not recognize this and my family does. writer one