Reading James Frey's book, A Million Little Pieces damaged my sensitive spirit. I thought about it more than I should have, and questioned everyone I knew about drugs and addictions. I seriously wondered what kind of person could be so addicted and then just one day
Addiction is going away because he said so. I am personally addicted to coffee, and there is NO way that will just go away. (Trust me, I am trying, and the headaches are KILLER.)
He does mention that addiction is replaced with something else, so I totally bought that. But, throughout his book he never mentioned what he had put in it's place.
So, one of my most darling and beautiful friends posted a comment that his book was a hoax. I secretly am relieved. I would have committed suicide had I done half the things he details in his book.
The part that hurt me the most was that the girl that kept him holding on, clinging to life, ended up hanging herself! How morbid is that? I cried.
The good news? It's mostly made up.
Sorry, Oprah, that really sucks. It was a good book, in it's dark, heart-wrenching sort of way. But, personally, I am relieved that it's lies. I know it's a reality for plenty of people. I know addictions are real, scary and devastating.
I live in a fairy tale where I am the Princess.
I cannot surround myself with stories like that, or it kills the way I function. Is that funny or what? My friend Mandy says I have a sensitive spirit. Maybe that is why I like beautiful chubby babies and soft, furry puppies?
Beautiful Sleeping Furry Puppy:
Freaky one tooth sticking out puppy:
I LOVE when dogs smile. :)