This recovering writer got herself into a very unusual situation but described a near universal internal experience for us recovering folks:
When I look back at [my comments] today, I cringe. In retrospect I see it as contrary to my best sober judgment—not to mention legal advice. As is the way of the addict, I was seeking to be understood. Feeling humiliated, I had failed to stay humble. As a result, the finished piece is less than true. I was not, as I am described in the story’s introduction, actually a “picture of tranquility.” Underneath that angry, tough-girl exterior, I was terrified. And acting from a place of fear, I only made it worse.