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A Support Group for Adult Children of Alcoholics

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I wasted most of my life feeling like a victim.
The thing that helped me most was to wear a rubber band or a pony tail elastic on my wrist.
Whenever I started feeling victimized &/or thinking negative thoughts, I would snap the rubber band. I'd watch myself do it until I realized the full intent.
It would snap my mind back into REALITY.
FACT: We're all victims because of our families & it's time to try to turn it around & see THEM as the victims.
The thing that helped me most was to wear a rubber band or a pony tail elastic on my wrist.
Whenever I started feeling victimized &/or thinking negative thoughts, I would snap the rubber band. I'd watch myself do it until I realized the full intent.
It would snap my mind back into REALITY.
FACT: We're all victims because of our families & it's time to try to turn it around & see THEM as the victims.
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