Bottom ’s Up: My Addiction Journey

The West Vancouver (Canada) police officer rang the doorbell of my house on Cypress Creek on a fine Tuesday afternoon in April. He told me that a citizen had seen me driving "wildly" the previous Friday afternoon on the Upper Levels Highway and handed me a letter. I thought back to that day. It had started with a large goblet of Chardonnay while making the kids' breakfast. I drove them to school, returned to the house and continued with the white wine. Then I got into the cocaine. Then I was too wired to do anything so I popped a Zopiclone, a tiny blue pill that is guaranteed to put me to sleep no matter how much cocaine I've snorted. So that's what I did—and went to sleep. Well, actually, I passed out and when I woke up and looked at the clock I freaked out. It was 3:30 and I was due to pickup Dixie at 3:30 at school. Her sister, Willow, was going to a friend's house. They were thirteen and fifteen years old. I jumped into the car—a silver RX7 convertible Mazda which I inherited from my husband (the girls' father)—and raced along the Upper Levels Highway to the school. The top was down on the car and my crazy blonde hair was flying everywhere. When I arrived, Dixie was milling about with her buddies on the lawn in front of the school. When she saw me she rushed over, took one look at me and said, "Let's just go, Mom." I was supposed to drive her to her cousin's in Surrey but she was screaming at me, "Mom, just pleeease take me home." So I turned ar...
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