For the longest time, I’d never truly been able to concisely articulate the period of my life when, mentally, the Shit Show spiraled and I broke. Like, really effing broke. But, during a writing course with the amazing Laura Jane Williams in 2019, I felt able to finally, and in a way which didn’t just splatter my 2010 brain on the page, share the tale of the time I checked-in to rehab for 5 weeks…
Clad in cashmere, a fresh-face cleansed with La Prairie and a Mulberry Mitzy slung over my shoulder. I looked the epitome of ‘success’. But what lurked beneath the glossy exterior was insatiably eating away at my marriage, my mothering, my career and my sanity.
Addiction wasn’t supposed to look this good!