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.
I knew people who had been on for five to ten years or longer and their lives had not improved—so I did not see medication-assisted recovery as a way out of active addiction. In my vastly under-informed opinion, it was just a way to work the system and get your buzz for free.
I have one rule for my sobriety. I don’t pick up, no matter what. I figure if I follow that rule, I’ll be alright. Everything else is a suggestion. There are many recommendations I observe — I pick… Read More
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.