That much I do know. The guilt was eating away at me. I was struggling to keep it together, but no one realized that. I finished.
They applauded. And it was over. I was just so tired. Tired of lying. I took a deep breath and walked out of the lecture hall. I went back to my hotel room and buried my face in my hands. It had to end. But not today.
I wiped away the tears and finished the baggie of coke. Fuck it. It had been a year since I went on Good Morning America and told the world that I was a recovered drug addict.
And back then I really was recovering—or trying to, anyway. But the story was a good one and it landed me the speaking jobs I needed to keep my career going and the drug money rolling in. With the new income and a new house in Los Angeles it was all too easy to get right back into drugs.
It started one day, just a few months after my GMA spot, when I got a random phone call from a friend who I used with and who occasionally sold me drugs.
I invited her to my place. I was in an apartment at the time. I knew it was a really bad idea to invite her over but I wanted to test myself, I guess. We hung out, played cards. One thing led to another and just like that, I was back. After trying to stay sober and then relapsing a number of times, battling the decision to remain sober for a couple of months, I began to give up on myself. Then, when I moved into the house, I stopped putting in the effort altogether.
I was frustrated and tired of trying. I was always up for any party, especially if it involved Las Vegas, but my newfound careless attitude often got in my way. I regularly lost cell phones, wallets, and other valuables.
One weekend, everyone decided to head out to Vegas, but before I could leave, I had to get cash from the bank since I had misplaced my ATM card. I took out ten thousand dollars in cash to bring with me to bankroll the alcohol and drugs for everyone, as usual, and a little shopping for me. In Sin City I spent two thousand dollars on makeup and an outfit for the evening and was ready to have fun. The night brought us to various clubs and then to a blowout back at the hotel.
Random people made their way in and out of my party until the sun came up. The next morning I noticed that the remaining eight thousand dollars was gone. Maybe I lost it, or maybe it was stolen.
Quickly, I was back to partying like I was at my worst, spending seven hundred dollars a week on meth, coke, and Ecstasy and another four to five thousand dollars every week or two on table service at various Hollywood hot spots.
That part was true—but I was covering up my relapses. I felt terrible about what I was doing. I thought that maybe, if I kept getting up there, giving these talks, and saying I was sober enough that eventually it would happen for me: The story I was telling, with the happy ending I was creating, would somehow come true. I was too strong to hit that sort of low. I was too in control. It was a far cry from the cute little girl that everyone remembered from Full House —the girl everyone expected me to be for the rest of my life.
That was the problem that may have led to my drug use in the first place, a problem that goes back as far as I can remember. About The Author. Jodie Sweetin. Product Details. Resources and Downloads. He was initially arrested in connection with possessing a firearm at Sweetin's home - illegal, as he's a convicted felon - and subsequently taken into custody in connection with violations to the temporary restraining order the actress obtained against him. Hodak was arrested Monday after authorities saw him near the Studio City home he formerly shared with the actress.
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