I don't blame anyone anymore, including myself, for where I wound up as an alcohol drinker. Nor do I blame alcohol. It just was what it was. If I had been wiser/smarter/more-introspective/less-blah-blah, maybe it wouldn't have gotten so bad, but it's all good now because I'm happy with where I am in life as a non-drinker. It was a life experience, and the end result was that I'm wiser and happier than I was before as a drinker.
There are circumstances where it can be helpful to assign blame, even to oneself, but to me that's part of a process that ideally drives towards serenity and acceptance, not just of past addiction but of past events that might have pushed us there. My emotionally abusive parents, for example, did the best they could with what they had, and their faults can probably be traced back to their own upbringings. But it's all ancient history, and as long as I'm happy with where I am in life, it all must have worked out for the best.
