When I became an adult, it was really about being able to stand on my own two feet. I definitely saw any romantic relationship as a distraction. I became single-minded in my attempts to be financially independent. I'm the youngest of three. Both my older siblings are married. Both dated a lot. I did not.
I fell in love with him so hard. Bold Love sums up our entire experience. We've been together for eight months and we've already gone to Europe and spent three months there. Now we're on our way to Canada so I can introduce him to my father.
I would not be able to pull myself out of bed for two, three days at a time, cried constantly and had constant panic attacks. Then when I could get myself out of bed, I would need to be cleaning or dancing or having sex or masturbating or anything. I could not expel enough energy. I could not keep focused on one project. Then I would swing back down to where I couldn’t get out of bed again.
I met Wali, a 32-year-old teacher, while he was visiting a friend in New Orleans following a breakup with his girlfriend and his second hospitalization for bipolar disorder. We stayed in touch and when he returned a few months later, he agreed to share his story with me.
I met with Ember on her fortieth birthday. Our conversation took place on the hood of her bus in the Upper Ninth Ward in New Orleans, LA and focuses predominantly on love addiction and borderline personality disorder.
Everyone's kind of looking for love or someone or something. You hitchhike and travel and you're almost hopeless sometimes, but I met this pretty, dope, girl, hitchhiking, and she's been like the crown jewel of the road for me.
Two minutes later I turn around and she's walking towards me and she says here you go and she gave me her number on a EKG strip [laughing] and I still have it. We've been inseparable ever since. Today is our four year anniversary.
We started messing around with the pain management doctors. Selling the Roxys. We weren’t hurting for nothing. But that’s what led us into heroin. We thought it’d be cheaper and better.
you’re backed into a corner and you know that you’re about to take all hell. When I pulled the trigger that first time, boom, he was gone. He walked around the bed and dropped on the floor.
I just wish I could get somebody in my life that will say, “that’s my girl” and they could see me through coming out of this shit. I’m a damn good cook and I try to keep the house clean.