Thursday, 17 January 2013

She had resolved never again to belong to another than herself. (Kate Chopin, The Awakening)

Waking up in your own vomit seems to me should come before the detox not after, but since I was never a real heroin addict I guess I don't really follow the rules.

I vowed to myself to never detox again. If I ever started up with love affair with heroin again, and I suspected I would, I would never again go cold turkey. Detox should be a synonym for suicide or at least death.

But then I was clean and Rider was ready to let me have a life. The day he took me to West Hollywood was my awakening. That sounds dramatic, I know, but that’s just the kind of experience it was. Even then I told Rider that when I tell my grandkids about my life I would call this my awakening. Rider made some snarky comment about telling my patrol officer rather than my grandkids. I chose to ignore him.

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