Book: Sweet Melissa - Behind Bars (Book Three 3) by Susan Segovia-Munoz
categories: Book, Heroin, Addiction, Memoir, Drug Abuse, Prison, Overdose, Opiate Epidemic, Life Behind Bars, Drug Addict, True Crime, True Story, Substance Abuse
Susan Segovia-Munoz
about this book: There had to be more to life than all this. There just had to be. I kept searching for my "happily ever after" and that "white picket fence lifestyle" that I'd only dreamt, or read about in books. The more I pursued this way of life, the further away it became. I had fallen so far, so hard, and so quickly. I didn't even realize that I would never find any sort of complacency as long as I continued using drugs. I had altered my existence to one of doom. I had molded myself into the type of person that would never achieve any kind of comfort, security, or happiness. This was not the hand that I had been dealt. This was the card that I chose. I was a "junkie" and I accepted this title without blame. Would I continue on like this forever, or would I find the path that would help guide me in the right direction toward change?
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Video 1: Sweet Melissa The Memoir Series - The lifestyle of addiction and recovery
Video 2: Sweet Melissa Ignorance is not Bliss Book Trailer for the series
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about this book: There had to be more to life than all this. There just had to be. I kept searching for my "happily ever after" and that "white picket fence lifestyle" that I'd only dreamt, or read about in books. The more I pursued this way of life, the further away it became. I had fallen so far, so hard, and so quickly. I didn't even realize that I would never find any sort of complacency as long as I continued using drugs. I had altered my existence to one of doom. I had molded myself into the type of person that would never achieve any kind of comfort, security, or happiness. This was not the hand that I had been dealt. This was the card that I chose. I was a "junkie" and I accepted this title without blame. Would I continue on like this forever, or would I find the path that would help guide me in the right direction toward change?
