It Cost Me An Arm And A Leg

At nineteen, I was a drug addict and alcoholic when I nearly died in a car bombing. My book is called "It cost me an arm and a leg". I'll let you guess why.

This is the true story of how I found my way from a middle class upbringing into addiction, violence and crime. I got mixed up with motorcycle gangs, criminals and almost died more times than I can remember.

In 1987, at thirty years old, a culmination of events brought me to recovery. CA, NA, and AA meetings were my salvation those first few years clean. It is not your typical AA story because I stopped going to meetings after five years.

I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C in 1994. Five years later, I was successfully treated for it but became acutely depressed while taking Rebetron. Under any other circumstances, I would have refused anti-depressants but this was different. The hepatitis is "cured" and I am still on Paxil.

For twenty four years, I have developed coping skills I never had the chance to learn because I started doing drugs so young. I grew up and took responsibility for my life, entered therapy whenever I felt stuck, got married, made new friends and learned to sing.

I am still married, have two dogs and live in suburbia. I struggle with health issues but life is good.

I did it and so can others. It isn't easy but it is possible.

Note: Some names have been changed to protect me.

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