"Once again, God did not grant my wish. I desperately asked Him to take me, and He denied me every day. I kept trying harder and harder, but in vain. Sometimes I feel like I understand why, yet I still can't say that I see His plan clearly. It suffices for me to know that I am still here for some reason; I no longer ask for proof of everything.

I don't care to know what tomorrow holds; I have faith in something greater than myself that watches over me, loves me, and has forgiven me, no matter what I have done. Now I just need to forgive myself. My name is Irmi, and I am a recovering addict.”

The road to recovery is inherently solitary. Irmi Mitropoulou breaks the taboo of anonymity to share her story with us in a disarming directness.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]