After twelve years in Hawaii, I was ready for a new start. Six months later, I was in San Diego.
I felt like a new woman. I was ready to be a new woman. For the first time in eight years I was ready to give up drugs—not just put them away for a pregnancy or ignore them while I was visiting my parents. For the first time since I'd started using cocaine, I was ready to be done.
And for the first time in eight years, I was in a place where I felt like I could be done. The old friends and familiar clubs were gone.
A door had opened for a brand new me to walk through. And I did.
For about five months....
Keep reading in the second installment of Four Seconds!
(Trigger Warnings: Contains NON-graphic content pertaining to drug use and the discovery of child abuse.)
