My parents married really young and had a total of 12 kids. Sadly, eight died in infancy, leaving them only four to raise...

Addiction isn’t picky. Trust me. You can come from family dinners and a good education and still fall into dependence. I sure as hell did...

More to get him to shut up than anything else, I walked to the sliding glass doors. I’ll be damned. Two dudes were climbing the fence...

People used to look at me and see nothing more than an addict who couldn’t keep a needle out of her arm long enough to...

My mom gave birth to me in...Lagos State, Nigeria...but I should say, I come from a polygamous background. My dad had two wives...

Good, no one had robbed me of my pain pills. I pulled out my trusty relievers and tossed a handful back. I could be without a home...

I grew up on a large council estate with high-rise flats as far as the eye could see. It was full of crime, poverty, and drug addicts...

I knew my peers, for we had been playing football in the streets since we could walk. Just as any normal kid would, I settled...

I mean things started out pretty normal I guess, but at the age of three, my mom committed suicide due to drugs and alcohol...

Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line...