A while ago, I was thinking about how it felt when I first struck out on my new life. It could have been so easy to become consumed with bitterness, but I knew I wouldn't let that happen. Just for a while though - when I was getting by on vodka and tranquilisers week after week, when I was unable to hold a conversation because I couldn't think straight enough to form a sentence - it was pretty bleak.
I was lucky, because I have some good friends. And I’m strong. But sometimes, I think there but for the grace of god…
And, of course, I have my children.
Edited for reasons I can't explain