I grew up with an alcoholic mother and father, felt suicidal for most of my early teens/20s until I left home but I don't see myself as a victim - in fact I count my blessings every day - although I have had dark months over the years. I lost my brother nearly three years ago - coped because I am lucky to have a loving husband and children but why do some people just go off the rails because of their childhood? Not judging, just asking.