When I was a little girl, seven or eight, I aspired to be a mortician. I dreamt that, by now, I would be “humanely” robbing a human corpse of their liquid gold. In return, I would pump their bodies full of carcinogenic formaldehyde. Strange, I know.
I was a dead woman walking at the pinnacle of my disease. Who would’ve thought that at just 13, I would become the emphasis of The Walking Dead. My addiction was so bad. Swallowed up by the devil himself, it was as if I had a gun to my head.
Zombified for the next 2 decades of my life. This is my journey. These are my real-life accounts.
Relationships In Recovery 