Thoughts.

When I was younger, my dad had a problem with substance abuse. He was an alcoholic. He turned to drinks as a way to better his life. He didn't realise the harm it was causing, not only to his health, but to others around him. My entire family felt the brunt of his habit. He didn't see the issue. Didn't see how it brought out his angry side. He would call my aunt disgusting for her cigarette addiction, not seeing the error in his own ways. Refusing to admit that he had a problem.