I was always the driver, the host it was always my show. Looking back, I think I liked the control. I was playing the role of after-party host. Somehow the group had grown to about fifteen or twenty people. Then it was back to my place in Westchester, a Los Angeles neighborhood around the corner from LAX. But the coke, the Ecstasy-the party-went until closing. Meth wasn’t as socially acceptable so I did that at home, alone, or with a couple friends who were also using. Some friend gave me a hug and put Ecstasy right in my mouth. I was friendly with the bar’s owner so there was always a table waiting for me, and half-priced bottles for being such a good customer.įrom the second I walked in, it was on. I met some people at a bar in Hermosa Beach that played house music on Sundays from 2:00 p.m. I never went anywhere without my to-go cup. I drove off solo with my to-go cup filled with alcohol. So when a friend called and asked me if I wanted to head to Hermosa Beach, I didn’t hesitate.īefore I knew it I was smoking meth and doing my hair, preparing for a big night. It was a Sunday night and my options were to sit home and get some rest for the big day I had on Monday or to go out, party, and not worry about anything. Hers is not a story of success or defeat, but of facing your demons, finding yourself, and telling the whole truth- unSweetined. With resilience, charm, and humor, she writes candidly about taking each day at a time. Finally, becoming a mother gave her the determination and the courage to get sober. In this deeply personal, utterly raw, and ultimately inspiring memoir, Jodie comes clean about the double life she led-the crippling identity crisis, the hidden anguish of juggling a regular childhood with her Hollywood life, and the vicious cycle of abuse and recovery that led to a relapse even as she wrote this book. The harrowing battle she swore she had won was really just beginning. Even then, she kept a painful secret-one that could not be solved in thirty minutes with a hug, a stern talking-to, or a bowl of ice cream around the family table.

Her ups and downs seemed not so different from our own, but more than a decade after the popular television show ended, the star publicly revealed her shocking recovery from methamphetamine addiction. Jodie Sweetin melted our hearts and made us laugh for eight years as cherub-faced, goody-two-shoes middle child Stephanie Tanner. In this “explosive” ( Us Weekly) and “brutally honest” (E! Online) memoir, Jodie Sweetin, once Danny Tanner’s bubbly daughter on America’s favorite family sitcom, takes readers behind the scenes of Full House and into her terrifying-and uplifting-real-life story of addiction and recovery.

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