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Book Review: ‘Guts the Endless Follies and Tiny Triumphs of a Giant Disaster’ by Kristen Johnston

A while ago someone pressed a copy of ‘Guts’ into my hands, with the admonishment that I ‘had to read this immediately.’
So I promptly put it on my shelf and forgot about it.
Having recently had a baby, the only books I was interested in were; ‘How the f**k do I get this kid to sleep’ variety.

But after meeting the author on Twitter (where else) I decided to pick it up.
You’ll know Kristen Johnston from her hit shows ‘3rd Rock from the Sun’ and ‘The Exes.’ British readers will remember her as ‘Ivana Humpalot’ in the Austin Powers movies and for a hysterical cameo in ‘Sex and the City.’

Me reading 'GUTS.' Ask KJo about the finger.

Me reading ‘GUTS.’ Ask KJo about the finger.


As this book is written by a comic actress you would rightly expect it to be very funny. It is a funny book, however I actually found the jokes to be a distraction in the first few pages.
I felt like Kristen Johnston was giving the reader the version of herself she thought they expected, and she didn’t want to let them down.
I wondered if this is how Johnston is when you first meet her in person. That she uses humor as her armor, creating an illusion of openness and intimacy, which actually deflected you from seeing who she really was or what was really going on.

If you are looking for a ‘celebrity memoir,’ with funny anecdotes about famous people, you are going to be disappointed.
Johnston barely touches on her upbringing, rise to fame or acclaimed career as an actress. They are mentioned in passing; instead the book is an invitation into the soul of an addict as they battle their fear and denial.

There were two parts of the book in particular that made me shudder with recognition.
The first is where she describes witnessing her brothers bullying.
With no means of voicing her feelings, she violently lashes out at one of his tormentors.
Describing this as one of her many ‘ill advised decisions.’ I felt it was actually a truthful reaction to extraordinary pain. She had no other way to express how she felt except violence.
Her feelings were demanding a release.
This type of irrational, compulsive behavior is ‘normal’ in someone who has learnt to protect their inner world, by building a wall around themselves.
It should therefor come as no surprise, that this little girl grew up to become addicted to ‘pain pills’ as an adult. It was inevitable that she was going to have to find a way, to numb the pain of feelings she could never dare express.

The second incident that touched me, is when the first crack in her wall first begins to show. Johnston has been admitted to a hospital in England for life saving surgery, when her intestines literally burst from all the drugs she had been taking. Because she is in so much pain and can barely move, she has to ask a nurse to help her wash her hair.
As an adult, she realizes this is the first time she has ever asked anyone for help.
Ever.
By this point in the book, her loneliness and isolation are palpable, and the simple act, of another human being tenderly washing her, is almost heart breaking.
It’s clear that Johnston has never let anyone in and the sheer thought of it terrifies her.

The reason this book should be compelling reading for any addict or alcoholic, is just how much Johnston reveals of the inner life of an addict.
She rightfully claims to being completely unoriginal in her feelings and behavior, her experience of addiction is just like anyone else’s.
Addicts will do anything to prevent anyone seeing who they really are, they will fight tooth and nail to defend the wall they have built around themselves. Johnston is certainly no different.

Like many addicts Johnston paints a picture of determined self-reliance.
Believing she can just power through anything with her grit and determination. Unwilling and unable to face up to her reality, I believe it was no coincidence that her body finally forces her to see what her mind refuses to.
Thousands of miles away from home, friends and family; unable to work, she could do nothing but stare at the ceiling and contemplate how things have ended up this way.
Too weak to fight and with no distractions, the wall she had built around herself slowly begins to crack.

“I suppose I was also grieving for the loss of the unfeeling, jokey, impenetrable me.”

Inevitably when that wall cracks; grief, loss and loneliness flood in. Johnston shares all of this with the reader. Then, for someone who has determinedly hidden her true self from the world, she begins to discover who she really is, for the very first time. Vulnerable, scared and very lost she begins the journey back to herself.
The miracle of recovery is, that despite everything we have believed about ourselves, who we really are is glorious. We don’t need to hide or be alone anymore because who we really are is just fine. This book convinces you that if Kristen Johnston can discover this, then so can you.

Kristen Johnston

Kristen Johnston


Because of her stature, Johnston has often been referred to as ‘Amazonian.’ The description fits her not because of her height, but because she is a warrior.
Guts is the account of a lone warrior battling to stay in denial before finally waging the courageous battle of sobriety.
It is a privileged glimpse into her inner world and I hope very much that this warrior has finally found her tribe.

Recovery Rocks – Kristen Johnston

Recovery Rocks is thrilled to welcome two-time Emmy award winner Kristen Johnston.

Kristen Johnston

Kristen Johnston


In the 90’s Kristen starred as Sally Solomon in the hit show ‘3rd Rock from the Sun.’ But despite a long and acclaimed career as an actress on stage and screen, Kristen was battling a life threatening addiction to pain pills and alcohol. Now six and a half years sober, she recently wrote a book called ‘Guts: The Endless Follies and Tiny triumphs of a Giant Disaster’ chronicling her illness, rock bottom and journey into sobriety.

Despite what some people tried to tell her, Kristen’s career has flourished since she got clean and sober. She is currently starring in the hit TV show ‘The Exes’ on TVLand.
Since getting sober Kristen has founded and is the Executive Director of SLAM (Sobriety, Learning And Motivation).
SLAM’s goal is to see that NYC build’s it’s first, and desperately needed, sober high school. There are over 25 such schools flourishing across the US—FOUR in the Boston area ALONE.
Kristen is determined to start a school in New York, If you want to learn more about SLAM, you can do so here. More importantly if you want to support SLAM, click here.
I will be writing more about SLAM in a later post, sign up for notifications if you want to learn more about sober high schools..

Sobriety is Kristen’s passion, sick of the shame and secrecy that surrounds addiction and alcoholism, she has consiously decided to speak out about her experiences in order to help others do the same.
Which is also why she took part ‘The Anonymous People’ Greg Williams stunning documentary about addiction.

1) Describe your ‘rock bottom.’
Hmmm…well, since my entire book ‘Guts’ is about that, I won’t go into too much detail. Let’s just say that due to a prolonged love affair with Vicodin & red wine, unbeknownst to me I had developed a gastric ulcer. I was doing ‘Love Song’ with Cillian Murphy on the West End in London and all through rehearsals I felt (and looked) just awful. Puffy and miserable with a vicious case of heartburn.

After opening night, my guts ripped open & I became septic. Meaning my guts were leaking stuff out into my body. It sucked, badly. I was in the hospital (or as you Brits like to say “in ‘ospital”) for two months. Chelsea Westminster, for those who care.

Why don’t I just let GUTS: 
(This is after a night of absolute horror and indescribable agony in my Flat near Kings’ Road. I finally got to ‘ospital and after about thirty or forty shots of morphine, I finally felt some relief. )

“I don’t know how long I snuggled into my downey-soft morphine duvet, but suddenly the mood in the ward shifted. “Something’s happening” I thought to myself just as a team of about 10 impossibly serious looking people rounded the corner. It took an embarrassingly long time for me to realize that they were coming towards me. Which was baffling, until I realized that the hospital must have finally realized that ‘Ivana Humpalot’ was in their very hospital, and that they had quickly assembled an impressive-looking welcoming committee to apologize for their previous unpleasantness. I smiled forgivingly.

The group took formation around my bed, a well-practiced ballet designed to impress. A few of them looked like they had just started grade school. Not one of them looked older than 23. That is, with the very notable exception of their leader. As he walked towards me, I have this fuzzy and hopefully untrue memory of my jaw dropping open. (Oh dear God, please tell me I shut it at some point.) He reach out his gorgeous hand to shake my and introduced himself. This man was so elegant, darkly stunning, and breathtakingly handsome, I instantly thought of one of those impossibly perfect heroes found only in one of those Danielle Steele novels my sister used to beg me to read aloud. “His icy eyes focused on her pillowy lips and suddenly she knew she was his, forever….” We could easily spend an entire Saturday afternoon doing this, laughing until our faces hurt.

Not sure how long I was lost in this memory, but I slowly realized his pillowy lips were moving. Whoopsies, he’s talking and seeing as I was committed to making our relationship work, I decided to listen to his soft yet commanding voice. I missed the beginning, and most of it was medical lingo that flew over my addled mind, but I’ll give you the gist….
“…….ulcer for quite a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t experienced more discomfort before this. Regardless, this has caused an erosion of the gastrointestinal wall, which has led to your intestinal content spilling into your abdominal cavity. We call this ACUTE PERITONITIS, which is the reason for the sudden onset of your intense abdominal pain. To be blunt, Ms. Johnston, you could die at any moment.”
My smile faltered. This wasn’t at all what I expected. And where’s the cheese plate?

“We must perform a very risky surgery, called a GASTRECTOMY, to fix this. We are rushing you ahead of
all other patients. We will try to fix this problem with ARTHROSCOPIC SURGERY, meaning, through 5 incisions around your stomach. However, there is a very good chance this won’t work and then we’ll have to cut you open with a rather large incision across your stomach. Clearly, we’d like to avoid that if we can, for obvious reasons.”

Obviously. I nodded in total agreement. He then looked around at his minions who immediately murmured words of agreement.

“Ms. Johnston, I suggest you let your loved ones know.” 
I smiled dreamily at him.
He leaned forward and looked at me seriously. “Do you have any questions?” “Ummmm…Yep, no, I’m good”
This seemed to disappoint him. He held forward something to sign and I eagerly scribbled the signature of a drunken toddler. His face remained blank.
“Yes. Well, Ms. Johnston. See you very soon.”
“Ok, Bye Bye.” I’m pretty sure I waved. I hope to God I didn’t wink. And with a whoosh, they were gone.
I sighed, in love. I wondered If I looked hot. I’m pretty sure not, because when I coyly reached up to fluff my hair, I found it to be rock-hard with the remnants of last evening’s detritus.
Aww, puke-mousse. Bummer. “
And you thought the name of my book referred to what a badass I am.
Nope”.

2) What were your first 30 days of recovery like?
I spent them in a rehab, and I walked in a terrified, angry, lying, self-despising mess and I left a terrified, open, hopeful, weepy human being. It was, without question, the best decision I ever made. I really do consider it my birth–I was a 38 year-old baby. 
Now, what few people tell you is that staying sober in rehab is easy.

It’s staying sober in the world that is so, so difficult. 
People read GUTS and write me all the time, hundreds of thousands of people, hoping I can give them that one trick, one idea, one way of staying sober. And I can’t. There is no one way. For some, meetings save their lives. For others, yoga. Or therapy. Or service. Or religion. Or on & on.

I can say, the road is not easy. 
But I love myself now, which is a pretty profound thing for any addict in recovery to say. Early in my recovery, someone once said to me “In a few months, you’ll be able to say that your worst day sober is better than your best day using.”
I wanted to punch her. What a fucking dumb thing to say. 
But you know what? She was right.
 So who’s the dummy now?

4) What are the best things that have happened to you since you got clean/ sober?
I’ve been in recovery for 6 1/2 years, and shallowly, I look much better. Plus I have a hit TV
show over here called ‘The Exes,’ which is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.
I wrote a book. By myself, with no help.
I’ve become an advocate for addiction reform. (If you told me I’d be an advocate for ANYTHING 6 years ago I would’ve laughed in your face).

I created and am executive director of a foundation, SLAM (Sobriety, Learning And Motivation), www.slamnyc.org. Our sole purpose is to see that NYC finally creates it’s first and desperately needed sober high school.

(There are over 25 such schools throughout the US. The Boston area alone has 4. Teens are being decimated by addiction, the CDC recently said 1 in 5 US teens meets the medical criteria to be an addict. If they’re lucky enough to go to rehab & then are sent to any school, the relapse rate is 90%. If a teen goes to a sober high school, 70% graduate drug & alcohol free.)
Last, and most importantly…I have my self-esteem back.

Kristen Johnston - SLAM NYC

Kristen Johnston – SLAM NYC


5) If you could go back in time to you when you were drinking/using what would you tell yourself?
That’s a very tricky question, because while I certainly regret things that I did as an addict, It’s taken me years to let go of the terrible shame. 
I wouldn’t change a thing, because it brought me here today–and without all that pain, would I be the same person?
However, I speak to many addicts all the time, and what I probably tell them most often is:

It’s not your fault. I know it feels like your fault. I know everyone else tells you it’s your fault. I know everyone’s hurt & angry with you. I know you’ve done bad things. But the only thing within your control is seeking help to stop.

6) What have been the most useful things you have learnt about yourself since getting sober/clean?
I’m much stronger than I pretended to be. 
That to live an honest life is possible. Difficult, but possible. All those years I thought I
excelled at bullshit? They can’t compare to how good I am at telling the truth.


I’m deeply flawed, and make so many mistakes. But I’m able to admit them and try to grow from them.
I love people. For the first time in 20 years, I like talking & interacting with people.

I still like toxic people, and I’m working so hard on this. 
I can write. 
I’m a good person

7) What are your favorite recovery slogans?
I hate all Recovery slogans. Ugh. I find them all so cliché. 
I feel like slogans can detract from the actual idea behind the slogan…many of which are true. So I make up my own version, just for me.
 Like I say in GUTS:
“Now, if you’re in a play and all you care about is where you’re getting loaded afterwards, that’s slightly worrisome. But if you can’t fucking wait for the fucking audience get over it and stop giving you a standing ovation already, because you’re dying to get to the bar? Well, then – that’s just a whole other kettle o’ crazy.
But it was all I knew, really. Plays were simply a conduit, an appetizer to the most important event of the entire day: getting hammered.
Nowadays when I’m in a play, the very first thing I do when we move into the theater is to grab a dark red lipstick (frosty pink just doesn’t have the same panache), and scrawl in my dressing room mirror my new mantra:
THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Shakespeare, ‘tis not. But that’s not the point. You see, it means something to me.
Besides, “One Day At A Time”, while an excellent motto, doesn’t really work for me. You’re more than welcome to borrow my mantra, but to be fair I must warn you about a very scary potential mind fuck – which really only applies if you’re a gay male and over forty.

Whatever you do, please try not to think of the poster for the film ‘The Main Event,‘ which showcases an tightly permed Barbra Streisand in one of the most nauseating costumes in all of celluloid history: boxing shorts over thick nude pantyhose.
Or, if you are a gay man over 40, perhaps that would help? Wait. Hold up. Am I a Gay man over 40?
Regardless, I make sure to write “THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT” as big as I can, so that as I get ready to go onstage, I will never again forget how lucky I am to be alive and able to do something I love with all my heart.”

Kristen Johnston

Kristen Johnston


8) And lastly, why does ‘recovery rock?’
Well, since you already know of my aversion to slogans, I will say that I deeply respect your point: Life doesn’t end when you get sober.
In fact, it’s just the beginning. 
How much more time do you want to waste worried about how to get a refill, or what you said to your boss on the phone last night, or why your life is so miserable?

Here’s a clue: It ain’t where you live, what you do, who you hang out with, your mate or your family. IT’S YOUR ADDICTION. 
And the solution is as both easy and difficult as this: get help.