Woman on Skid Row

MAYBE I drank for a longer period of time than a lot of women. I had started young and, as I look back, it was a problem from the beginning, but of course I did not recognize it as such. It was many, many years later that I found myself in the skid row of the city where I was born, alone, friendless, homeless, desolate and without direction. The pitfalls that occurred along the way are too numerous to mention. But I once had all the things that a woman desires--a fine home and a good husband, every potential for a happy future. Then the bottle became more important to me than everything that makes life worth while.