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    >>> we're back at 8:21. with former child star jodie sweetin . for eight years she played stephanie tanner on the hit sitcom " full house ." take a look.

    >> if he could talk i'm sure he would say -- hahahaha.

    >> more than a decade later, she's telling her story in the book "unsweetined," a frank account about growing up onset and the turbulent years of drug addiction and turmoil that followed. good morning. did you like the eight years on " full house "?

    >> i loved the eight years on " full house ." it really was a wonderful experience in my life.

    >> when you left the show -- you started when you were --

    >> i was 5.

    >> you end when you're 13. you wry in t you write if the book stephanie's image was squeak request-clean, goodie two-shoes. you set out in some ways to become the antistephanie.

    >> yeah. going to school everybody expected you to be stephanie tanner and to be one way. i think part of establishing myself as a separate entity from stephanie all those years, i kind of did everything that i could in the beginning to be everything but stephanie tanner .

    >> you write that you had your first drink -- a weding?

    >> yes. it was at a wedding. i was 13 or 14.

    >> you say were you never the same. that it was a pivotal moment. once had you that first drink you were never the same.

    >> yeah. it was the beginning of my drinking and using and for me, it was -- i had always been looking i guess for that thing made me fit in my own skin and like i was like everyone else. then i found alcohol and drugs and that was to continue for the next few years.

    >> if the alcohol started at a wedding, how did the drugs start?

    >> the drugs really didn't start -- there were occasional times that i smoke pot during high school and things like that but the real heavy drug use really didn't start actually until my early 20s until after i had had a period of sobriety. i had experimented in college.

    >> make sure what we're understand. you were doing meth, you were doing cocaine.

    >> yes.

    >> and yet you managed in some ways to let the people around you think that everything was still pretty cool.

    >> yeah. yeah. it was -- i was leading two completely different lives and that was something that i talk about in the book that i had kind of done all of my life was be two different people simultaneously.

    >> you were acting basically.

    >> yeah.

    >> you write once you did the drugs and you got into recovery, that you went on kind of a recovery tour. you started going out telling the story of recovery on television and you started to give speeches to students at universities.

    >> right.

    >> one of the things that stands out in the book it me, you were getting ready to go to marquette university to talk to students about recovery and what it was like to live clean and sober , and you were anything but.

    >> right. when it first came out that i had gone through rehab and that i was trying to get things together, it wasn't of my own choosing that that story came out and i don't think that i was really in a place at that point in my life to really do what it took to be honest and to get to a place where what i was saying was actually true and that i was actually living by those principles in my life. you know, this book was really a chance nfor me to finally tell the story where i wanted to tell it and get to a place where i was ready to be honest.

    >> but eight hours before you speak to these students about sobriety, you're sitting with your face in a pile of drugs. it is an amazing contradiction.

    >> yeah, it is. it is something i wish i could change.

    >> motherhood changed things. your daughter zoe is 18 months old now. i was doing a little of the math and some of the hints you dropped in the book. i wonder have you been clean and sober throughout her entire life?

    >> not throughout her entire life. i will have a year clean and sober on december 8th . there were occasional instances of me drinking and making some really poor choices. but now i'll have -- i'm almost a year clean and sober and i hope that she will never have to see some of the things that i did before.

    >> is there a lesson here? we hear a lot about child stars . is there a real quick lesson?

    >> you know what? i think that everybody has to go through these things. some of us have to do it more publicly but i'm just really fortunate that i get to be honest an live my life the way i want to now.

    >> thanks, jodie.

    >> thank you so much.

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updated 11/2/2009 9:23:57 AM ET 2009-11-02T14:23:57

Jodie Sweetin grew up in front of America as the cherub-faced middle child Stephanie Tanner on “Full House.” More than a decade after the show ended, Sweetin revealed that she was recovering from a meth addiction. The truth, however, was that all the while she was telling people about overcoming her battle with drugs, she was still using. The star writes about this in her memoir, “Unsweetined.” An excerpt.

Chapter one: Speech impediment
I was tired of trying. Tired of controlling myself. Tired of caring.

It was a Sunday night and my options were to sit home and get some rest for the big day I had on Monday or to go out, party, and not worry about anything. So when a friend called and asked me if I wanted to head to Hermosa Beach, I didn’t hesitate.

Before I knew it I was smoking meth and doing my hair, preparing for a big night. I drove off solo with my to-go cup filled with alcohol. I never went anywhere without my to-go cup.

It was a typical night of partying. I met some people at a bar in Hermosa Beach that played house music on Sundays from 2:00 p.m. until around 2:00 a.m. I was friendly with the bar’s owner so there was always a table waiting for me, and half-priced bottles for being such a good customer.

From the second I walked in, it was on. Some friend gave me a hug and put Ecstasy right in my mouth. That’s how the night started. Simple as that. Coke. No problem. We were doing it right at the table. Meth wasn’t as socially acceptable so I did that at home, alone, or with a couple friends who were also using. But the coke, the Ecstasy — the party — went until closing. It almost always did.

Then it was back to my place in Westchester, a Los Angeles neighborhood around the corner from LAX. It was always back to my place. Somehow the group had grown to about fifteen or twenty people. I was playing the role of after-party host. Looking back, I think I liked the control. I was always the driver, the host; it was always my show. With people waiting to party, I went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in one hand, a bottle of champagne under my arm, and a big plate of coke in the other hand for all of my guests. The crowd went wild. Standing ovation. Just how I liked it.

Video: ‘Full House’ star comes clean about drug use (on this page) As usual the party continued into the near-daylight hours. There was still a plate of coke on the living-room table and a handful of friends — and I use that term loosely — were making themselves at home.

The only problem? In seven hours I would be standing in front of a roomful of college students at Marquette University telling them how great it felt to overcome a drug addiction and how important it was to stay off drugs. I had a flight to catch and needed to be at the airport by 5:30 a.m., and at a quarter to five, I was still nose-deep in a pile of cocaine with a roomful of strangers listening to house music. And I hadn’t even packed!

I was pretty good at pulling off this kind of thing. All my life I had given everyone exactly what they wanted. If “Full House” producers needed someone to look cute while eating Oat Boats, I smiled in my cereal. If my friends needed a house to party in, I opened my doors, supplied drugs, and broke up lines of cocaine with a credit card. And if America decided I was supposed to be a role model, I hopped on a plane, turned on my best Stephanie-Tanner-all-grown-up face — and gave a speech.

So at 5:00 a.m., I threw some clothes in a bag, probably forgetting socks or toothpaste or something important, and attempted to make a clean escape. But the night of partying really left me frazzled. I came into the living room with my packed bag in hand and started shaking. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I had been up for two days straight, partying without a care in the world, and now I was starting to lose it.

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On the car ride I realized I was wearing a T‑shirt that said “Things you shouldn’t take to the airport” with pictures of drugs, guns, and a toothpaste tube larger than three ounces. I was one for three; I was carrying a bag of cocaine because I knew I couldn’t get through the next twenty-four hours without it — and praying the stupid shirt didn’t give me away to the airport security guard. That sort of paranoia comes along with drug use. The guard searching my bag will not see the humor in my T‑shirt and will look extra hard through my bags. Oh my God! What am I going to do?

He did search pretty hard, but not because of the shirt. I took a deep breath and attempted to remain cool as the guard rummaged through my belongings. My friend who drove me to the airport told me I probably shouldn’t talk to anybody because at that point I couldn’t put together a complete sentence. The security guy took out my cosmetic case and asked me about every item. It took every ounce of energy I had to get out the words “lip gloss” and “mascara” without looking like a complete wreck. But I was dying inside. I thought this was it. I was going to get busted. How could I not? The guard then pulled out the compact where I kept my coke. My heart was beating through my chest. I thought for sure I was going to be arrested. And then it happened ...

“OK, ma’am, have a nice flight.”

I was safe.

I sat down at the gate and nearly broke down. What am I doing? What the hell is wrong with me? How did I become this person?

If I had had that gun my shirt warned against, I probably would have blown my brains out. I was miserable ... and exhausted.

When I got to my hotel near Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, I slept for a few hours but when I woke up I was still dead tired. I was a mess. Luckily I had the coke to pick me back up. I did a few key bumps and headed to the lecture hall, where a sold-out crowd waited to hear me speak. I thought for sure that one of the professors would take one look at me and kick me out. But none did. They wanted to hear about the trials and tribulations of Jodie Sweetin, or at least the Jodie Sweetin I had created by appearing on “Good Morning America” and talking to People magazine.

I stood up at the podium, looked around the room, and put on my best TV smile. I was so disappointed in myself. I was living a complete lie. But unfortunately, guilt doesn’t make you stop. I talked about growing up on television and about how great my life was now that I was sober, and then mid-speech I started to cry. The crowd probably thought that the memories of hitting rock bottom were too much for me to handle. Or maybe they thought the tears were just a way for an actor to send a message that drugs are bad. I don’t know what they thought.

I know what they didn’t think. They didn’t think I was coming down from a two-day bender of coke, meth, and Ecstasy and they didn’t think that I was lying to them with every sentence that came out of my mouth. That much I do know. The little bit of coke that I had done before the speech wasn’t enough to make me forget how bad I felt for doing what I was doing. The guilt was eating away at me. I was struggling to keep it together, but no one realized that. I finished. They applauded. Standing ovation. Just how I liked it. And it was over.

I was just so tired. Tired of lying. Tired of pretending to be someone that I wasn’t. I took a deep breath and walked out of the lecture hall. I went back to my hotel room and buried my face in my hands. I couldn’t keep doing this. It had to end.

But not today. I wiped away the tears and finished the baggie of coke.

F--- it. I’ll quit tomorrow.

It had been a year since I went on “Good Morning America” and told the world that I was a recovered drug addict. And back then I really was recovering — or trying to, anyway. I had been sober for a few months, but I knew in the back of my mind it wasn’t over. I wasn’t ready.

But the story was a good one and it landed me the speaking jobs I needed to keep my career going and the drug money rolling in. Drugs and alcohol don’t come cheap — especially when you are also buying for a group of friends who mooch off your residual checks. I didn’t put up with eight seasons of Kimmy Gibbler so they could get high!

With the new income and a new house in Los Angeles it was all too easy to get right back into drugs. It started one day, just a few months after my “GMA” spot, when I got a random phone call from a friend who I used with and who occasionally sold me drugs. I invited her to my place. I was in an apartment at the time. I knew it was a really bad idea to invite her over but I wanted to test myself, I guess. We hung out, played cards. I told her I hadn’t done meth in a while. One thing led to another and just like that, I was back.

After trying to stay sober and then relapsing a number of times, battling the decision to remain sober for a couple of months, I began to give up on myself. Then, when I moved into the house, I stopped putting in the effort altogether. “You can do this again,” I told myself about using. I wasn’t in a relationship and I didn’t have a good group of friends around me. I was frustrated and tired of trying. I had it in my head that I just wasn’t done.

I was always up for any party, especially if it involved Las Vegas, but my newfound careless attitude often got in my way. I regularly lost cell phones, wallets, and other valuables.

One weekend, everyone decided to head out to Vegas, but before I could leave, I had to get cash from the bank since I had misplaced my ATM card. I took out ten thousand dollars in cash to bring with me to bankroll the alcohol and drugs for everyone, as usual, and a little shopping for me.

Video: ‘Full House’ star comes clean about drug use (on this page) In Sin City I spent two thousand dollars on makeup and an outfit for the evening and was ready to have fun. The night brought us to various clubs and then to a blowout back at the hotel. Random people made their way in and out of my party until the sun came up. The next morning I noticed that the remaining eight thousand dollars was gone. Maybe I lost it, or maybe it was stolen. I didn’t care.

Whether in Vegas or in Hollywood, people would call and ask if I had plans, and even when I had had no intention of going out, I would say, “yeah sure” and it would be off to a night on the town. Outside of the speeches, I didn’t have any responsibilities so I often blew off my family and sober friends and opted to hang out with whoever wanted to do drugs.

Quickly, I was back to partying like I was at my worst, spending seven hundred dollars a week on meth, coke, and Ecstasy and another four to five thousand dollars every week or two on table service at various Hollywood hot spots. After partying, I’d head to random colleges and give speeches that were packed with lies. If during the Q & A portion someone asked me how long I had been sober, I’d say I had gotten out of rehab in April 2005, and out of sober living in October that same year. That part was true — but I was covering up my relapses. I felt terrible about what I was doing. I thought that maybe, if I kept getting up there, giving these talks, and saying I was sober enough that eventually it would happen for me: The story I was telling, with the happy ending I was creating, would somehow come true.

But even with my life as messy as it was, I hadn’t really hit rock bottom yet. I was too strong to hit that sort of low. I wasn’t going to overdose, wind up in the hospital, or have any near-death scares like I did the first time around. I was too in control.

It was a far cry from the cute little girl that everyone remembered from “Full House” — the girl everyone expected me to be for the rest of my life. I wasn’t Stephanie Tanner or the girl I was pretending to be in speeches and interviews, but I wasn’t exactly the drug addict, wild child that my friends thought I was either. I didn’t know who I was. That was the problem that may have led to my drug use in the first place, a problem that goes back as far as I can remember ….

Excerpted from "Unsweetined," by Jodie Sweetin. Copyright (c) 2009, reprinted with permission from Simon and Schuster.

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