Personal Struggles with Addiction

Not one person knew except a Brazilian healer

woman. She had been staying with us,

and this was December of, uh, '98.

I make dinner and

buy all the food, make the dinner, wrap the presents, and doing all my thing

at Christmas time, and she was staying with us.

And I was in my kitchen, and I had a pocket full of

Vicodin. I had a glass of wine on the counter.

It was five... You know, it was Vica o'clock.

I mean, it was just sort of like cocktail hour,

and I

pocketed five of them.

You know, put them in my mouth, took a swig of wine, and from

behind me, I heard this,

"You know, Jamie, I see you.

I see you with your little pills,

and you think you're so fabulous

and so great, but the truth is you're

dead.

You're a dead woman."

That was a first

big, shocking realization

that someone saw it, that it wasn't a secret,

that no one, that no one knew