“I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat. That was until I became one...” — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“Whether I cry about it or accept it, there is little I can do about it anyway. I am sorely grateful. And that gratitude,… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“Part of the reason I got so thin is because my pancreas simply couldn’t digest my food and so I couldn’t absorb anything. It… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“I notice how the relationships I did manage to cling to are starting to fade away. My friends have lives of their own and… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“And I was – still am – in a state of permanent terror that the pancreatitis may return. I still have nightmares about hospital… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“we are all the shunned masses, part of the bands of outcasts of a society that worships self-control and despises addiction as a moral… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“The strands of my soul which should weave together to create a life have shredded and ripped into fragments so tangled up that I… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“I am shielding my eyes from the sun as I look over the ruins I have trekked five days to reach. I can see… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“There is a reason why so many heroin addicts die of their affliction. And the reason is this: the withdrawal process. It is so… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“I challenge anyone not to feel worn down after weeks and months of having to be grateful. When there is little enough left of… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“I feel a sense of betrayal by my body, most strongly when the attacks come, as they do, every week or so for the… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
