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.
My life changed in myriad ways, almost all for the better. Even the crappy bits are better because I am dealing with them sober.
I got sober alone. No 12-step program. No sober friends. Alcohol all around me. Alone.
When I got pregnant, I thought becoming a mom would keep me sober.