You hate the hypocrisy of reformed addicts telling you that the dope will stop working one day, that it always does.
With each sip I take, my brain and body scream “you freaking alcoholic,” and I know at that moment I can no longer do this.
A mother traces her daughter’s years-long battle with addiction in this compelling memoir that opens a raw and honest dialogue about substance abuse.
Cocaine stopped my head from telling me that I was crazy and bad. It was pretty good medicine until it stopped working.
Feeling solidly high from my steady dose of daily narcotics, I stood up with just my thong, high heels and blouse on. All part of the KO tease, of course.
I felt grateful that my therapist had given me a complete apology. Yet mending our broken bond was still complicated. The real problem with forgiving: what comes next?
At night before I passed out, I would beg God to not let me wake up. And when I did, I felt betrayed.
After putting herself and her family through years of hell, Hope Andersen found the faith to put her life back together.
I would spend a decade trying to reconcile two feelings: complete hatred for the stranger who was living in my daughter’s body and total surrender to my love for her.
While I was the newsreader on Fox & Friends Weekend, I was primarily concerned about making sure my cocaine was lined up before I went out drinking.