Voices on Addiction: A Conversation with Erica C. Barnett
Erica C. Barnett discusses her debut memoir, QUITTER.
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...moreThe thing we most had in common was that none of us wanted to be there.
...moreAnything we write now is a primary source.
...moreThe marijuana shop shimmers from the abyss, a glowing green jewelry box atop the hill.
...moreI’m saying people can be imperfect and still be remembered as beautiful.
...moreI’ve known since I was a child that the world is ending. I felt it in my bones.
...moreI want to respond from my heart—not my anger, my judgment, my desire.
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...moreDrunk women are targets. Drunk men can be anything.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreMy sobriety is still a mystery to me. Forty years this December.
...moreMy family rarely throws the word addiction around. If we do, it is whispered.
...moreAs it turned out, though, it was he who would surprise me that evening.
...moreIn my secret mind I saw him; I spoke to him every day.
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...moreDrinking is the opposite of staying.
...moreWhat I know has taken a long time to learn, and even longer to accept.
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...moreAs long as I could feel, I was going to get high.
...moreAfter, they said I was like a saint. Death changes people’s memory.
...moreWhy was he so broken? And why did his broken make me feel broken, too?
...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...moreThat’s how I felt again, then: a child suddenly fallen, helpless. Unable even to breathe.
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...moreI mis- / take this state for another. Take the wheel.
...moreA seagull plummeted into the wounded water.
...moreI trust, nowadays. I have to keep at it
...moreThere was no map, no compass. Just me, the needle, and heroin.
...moreThis world doesn’t have to like me. But it does have to reckon with me, with my humanity.
...moreThe truth is different. The truth is always different.
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