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Growing up in a small town wasnt always easy for me I felt that I was constantly hiding and denying the person that I was and the life that I lived I was forced to be someone that I really wasnt due to the fact that I had a family secret that I was withholding in order to protect the well-known family name Hutcherson In highschool no one but family members and close friends knew that I lived with an alcoholic father As a child I was always taught to keep our family life secret and never let people know the struggles that our family faced People always thought that I had the best of everything because of the material possessions I accumulated from my dad They assumed that because our family had money we were problem free - and oh how wrong they were It was until my senior year at Halls High School that I kept leading people on to believe a lie I finally got tired of feeling as though I was two different people with two different lives After attending counseling for several months because of the depression that had taken a tole on me my psychiatrist helped me to realize that it wasnt my fault that my father has this addiction I soon figured out that there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed for things that I had no control over If people liked me they should like me for the real me not who I had been pretending to be I learned to deal with my fathers alcohol problem by acknowledging the stages of the grieving process Dr Bell taught me that in order to make peace with the hardships in my life I had to overcome each of the five processes denial anger bargaining depression and acceptance Denial was the first and probably the hardest stage of the grieving process It seemed as if denial overwelhmed
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