I am well. Completely well.
Except, I’m lying.
Or was the first time I wrote this, anyway.
Month after month, on days when I felt optimistic enough to imagine that surely I was nearly healed, I watched myself nail this story down on faith alone that by the time you’d read these words, they’d be true.
And now, thank God, they are.
I am completely, confidently well.
It feels like a miracle.
It almost feels like I’ve been dead, and now I’ve come back to vibrant life.
I was a happily married mother of three grown children and the author of nine novels. In September of 2012, I optimistically presented myself for total knee replacement surgeryone of 670,000 such patients in the U.S. that yearand, thanks to doctor–prescribed Oxycodone and Xanax, promptly descended into three years of drug-induced hell.
Sometimes a writer assigns herself a challenge of experience, deducting her expenses on Tax Form C, then reports back, allowing the reader to decide for herself whether she’d like to embark on some rigorous diet, raise chickens in the backyard, divorce from all screens, sample a new fitness craze, or travel to some trendy eco resort.
This book is no such thing.
No one would ever choose to experience what I and so many others have gone through in suffering withdrawal from physician-prescribed drugs, but since my life took this horrific turn and I happen to be a writer, it feels like being tapped on the shoulderTag, you’re it. Speak up.
Stories of addiction-related depravity abound; explanations of how people eventually recover, not so much. Mine is the story I longed to hear during my withdrawal: a story of hope, solid evidence that people can somehow live through this and survive. If you read this book some years in the future, rest assured you need not fear Googling my name only to find that I relapsed right after its publication. Whatever lies ahead for me, one thing remains certain: I will not be going down in the flames of ongoing addiction.
Because of the powerfully destructive effects of narcotic painkillers and anti-anxiety benzodiazepines on the brain, I was, for the duration of my prolonged healing, a terribly sick, reclusive woman, in certain stretches nearly comatose and, in my bleakest moments, the raging Bitch of the World.
Ask my family.
Accidental Addict is the story of how it all went downthe white, middleclass, “nice-lady,” pharmaceutically-induced trainwreck of my life.
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About the Author
Linda Crew is the award-winning author of the YA classic, Children of the River, as well as others including Brides of Eden: a True Story Imagined, and A Heart for Any Fate: Westward to Oregon 1845. She lives with her husband at Wake Robin Farm in Corvallis, Oregon.