I’d also started to neglect responsibilities and relationships with loved ones, calling in sick to work, and even missing my mum’s 60th birthday because I’d been up all night taking coke at a house party and was too wired to go home.
Even after enrolling at university in London as a mature student, to study for a tourism management degree, I was still sniffing coke daily, and blew my entire student loan in three weeks on the drug.
Chopping up a line of cocaine with my bank card, I inhaled it and smiled with relief as I felt the drug surge through my body, all my stress and anxiety fading away.
This baby wasn’t planned, it was the result of a coke-fuelled one night stand, and even though I was 36, I didn’t feel ready to be a mum.
Sadly, cocaine would manage to worm its way back into my life and turn it upside down again.
