I come from a long line of alcoholics. I know first hand how the disease of alcohol can ruin a family. I have watched for years how an alcoholic always has a reason for their behavior. They drink because their childhood was terrible. They drink because their boss sucks. They drink because their marriage sucks. An alcoholic, at least the alcoholics I know, will never admit THEY are the problem. That they choose to pick up the glass full of beer and drink it. That they continue to hurt others and abuse substances because they are too afraid to admit they are powerless. For them it has nothing to do with what’s in their glass. It has everything to do with escaping reality.

The same holds true for an out of control pack rat. For them, their clutter piles up because their was a great sale at the mall. They have no time to clean because they have so many pressures. Their significant other is to blame because they always leave things lying around the house. Just like an alcoholic, they too have a difficult time admitting THEY are the problem. instead of looking at themselves, they look at the clutter as the problem. The clutter, just like a drink to an alcoholic, is used as a distraction.

This is, what I consider, dangerous ground. This is where we begin to live in an unrealistic world. We pretend the problem is not their and continuously put it aside because it’s easier than admitting we are the problem. It’s easier to pretend our lives are great and be miserable than it is to live truthfully and be content. It’s easier to toss more paper on top of the piles of paper on the floor. It’s easier to close the door to the guest room and pretend the clutter isn’t there. It’s easier to stuff items in closets before company comes. But don’t dare leave the clutter out for guests to see.

Is any of this sinking in yet?