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306 pages, Paperback
First published March 19, 2016
“I couldn’t handle the memories this clean. I needed a fix.”


"Dangling
From a thread
Suspended, breath
Catching in my throat.
That Drop won't kill me.
But how will I catch
What I lost?"

Shame isn't a weight or something that gets worn. It's elastic, stretching and strangling anything in its reach. But slowly, slowly, the noose was being loosened.
Each day would get better. I had to believe that.
Twenty eight days in a hospital, sixty seven days and counting as an outpatient, and I still crave the high meth gave me, gritting my teeth sometimes for the want of it. Some days, I miss it like a friend who's died, mourning its absence. And other days, I fly into rages, ranting against what it did to me. I don't remember the ugly days and nights of withdrawal in the hospital, and I won't let Mom tell me about them. It's all just a fog of pain now, a black hole I don't ever want to go back into.
I wasn't going to be another victim. I'd left Lumsville to find a place where I fit in, that made sense for me. To escape Eric. Going back meant giving up, resigning myself to the idea that this was all my life would be.
