In My Skin: A Memoir of Addiction

by Kate Holden

‘You’re still smiling,’ she said. I couldn’t stop. I had a stupid grin on my face and my eyes were full of tears.

‘It’s—I don’t know, something in me doesn’t want the responsibility of living.

Lucy was me, but more so.

The whore with a heart of gold, I thought mockingly, but my wryness did not take away the grace.

All those years drowning, and now the addiction was slipping off me as lightly as water.