If I Die Young

If I Die Young

When her mom drove her to drug court, Stacy Nicholson thought she knew what the judge would do.

 

Ask if she was staying sober. Ask if she was still working. Ask when she was going to finish her community service and pay off her fines.

 

The judge, Stacy thought, might even ask her to talk to other addicts about how drug court had saved her life.

 

Stacy liked helping other women who had lost their jobs, their kids, their hope to pain pills. But she was tired of coming to drug court.

 

“I just want it to be over,” Stacy, 29, told her mom that Tuesday in May. “It feels like it’s been forever.”