Quiet, shy and sensitive, my first great escape was into the world of books. I turned twelve in a psychiatric hospital, had a bleeding ulcer at thirteen.
Born to a father who was a naval officer and a mother who was a registered nurse, we moved when I was six months old and kept moving. I attended twenty-seven different schools between first grade and graduating high school and with six siblings, I felt like an alien abandoned on an earthly doorstep.
I started drinking when I left home and joined the Navy. There were three rehab centers, nine months with the Salvation A more...