Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?
My closest friends also know that for a couple of brief periods in my life, I did cocaine. A lot of cocaine. Way too much cocaine. I’m hardly the first writer to find that cocaine made my words sparkle.
Thinking of addiction with an all-or-nothing mentality does nothing but feed into “Us vs. Them” and the stigma associated with addiction.
My little sister is an addict. A full-blown, non-stop, can’t see the rock bottoms she’s hitting, heroin addict.
I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.