I feel I must confess – I am an Addict!

I am finally coming forward and admitting that I have an addiction – a serious one.  There are times where I disappear for an entire week and my husband needs to take care of the children.  I dream about it, my body shakes with excitement before hand, and afterwards, there is always – always, the big down.

I’m addicted to white powder!

The crunch of the white ice beneath the sharp knife of the blade gets me excited.  I look at the fresh smooth surface of joy-powder with anticipation.   With my sharp bladed edges I make two perfectly parallel lines.  The hair inside my nose freezes as I inhale.   I’m flying! What speed!  I am alone, on top of the world, and the world is mine!

There is no other feeling that comes close to the high! I continue all day, unable to stop, again and again and again, until my body can’t take it anymore.  Then after my body collapses in exhaustion, I repeat it again the next day – more white powder!  More speed!  I can’t get enough of it.

This dear friends, is my addiction.  It is serious.  It is dangerous.  I forget everyone and everything that is important to me when I am on my binge.

I don’t think I can stop.  I don’t want to stop.

Now I wait breathlessly for the weekend when I will fly once again on the big white horse to a place where I can speed ball on fresh powder snow till I burn out!