Jane Velez Mitchell

(CNN) -- The other night I went to a charity event at a sprawling private home in the hills of Los Angeles. I parked in front of a house down the block, got out of the car, and found myself staring at a distinctive front door. With a start, I realized, "Hey, that's the place I hit bottom fifteen years ago." Yep, it was through that fancy door that I was carried out of that house over someone's shoulder ... in an alcoholic blackout. I remembered the house only because a friend of mine had lived there and I had visited it often ... until that wild, out-of-control night. MORE