Coming to my senses Coke had been a part of my life for so long that, looking back, what happened to me seems almost inevitable. Everyone I knew did it. It was a part of every social occasion, every dinner party, every night out. And life was good. Or it felt so at the time. But then the fun went out of it, my health began to suffer, work began to dry up, I stopped going out, stopped seeing people.
When the party ends For me, it felt like life had been one big party since I was sixteen. Coming from a wealthy family I’d never had to worry about anything, everything in my life was taken care of and – so it seemed – I had a fantastic future mapped out for me. So what went wrong? Why did I find myself in my mid-twenties in a hospital bed de-toxing from the drugs and alcohol.