In the 1990s, Heather Locklear was one of the most well-known and sought-after actors; but, in subsequent years, her star power started to decline. Does this stem from her making bad job decisions or from personal struggles?
The actress from “Money Talks” has struggled with a lot over the years, some of which have sent her to rehab several times. She has also experienced her fair share of breakups, love mishaps, and legal run-ins.
In 2018, a someone close to Locklear told Page Six, “We would hate to see that wasted because she has so much talent and beauty.” However, she faces numerous devils. She is left with no option but to resume her treatment and give it another go.
There have been many highs and lows in Locklear’s life, including heartbreaking moments when fans witnessed their idol fall from grace. The actress’s life seems to be turning around, even though she might have needed to hit her lowest point before she could rise above it.
The public has been made aware of Heather Locklear’s substance abuse issues, and it has been reported that she has sought therapy multiple times. When Locklear was admitted to a treatment center for the second time in 2019, her caregivers expressed optimism for her future, a source told People magazine.
The individual stated, “Everyone is hoping that this time will be different, but it’s difficult to predict.” The issue is that she’s simply repeating a previously learned behavior rather than trying something new. She may have attended treatment twenty or perhaps twenty-five times.
The source also highlighted how costly these programs were, and how detoxifications were often part of the treatment.
What particular problems did Locklear have? She was seeking help for issues with “alcohol, pills, and her mental health,” and the insider claimed that “she doesn’t want anybody to hold her accountable.”
There is therapy available if you or someone you know is experiencing addiction problems. Call the National Helpline of the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration at 1-800-662-HELP (4357).
Being well-known has the drawback of making any problems or infractions you may have into newsworthy stories. Every mistake an actor makes is well publicized, and every setback they experience makes for a compelling story. This also applied to Heather Locklear, whose struggles with drug abuse and mental health problems have been well-documented.
Rather than being able to handle these issues in private, Locklear’s 2008 admission to a rehab center in Arizona was made public. “There is no statement, and we will not comment about Heather’s location,” her representative said at the time to E! News.
Although she had some privacy, the article claims that she was there for about four weeks. According to reports, Locklear entered the Sierra Tucson treatment center with the intention of concentrating on her mental health.
At the time, an agent for the actress stated, “Heather has been dealing with anxiety and depression.” “She entered a medical facility for appropriate diagnosis and treatment, and she requested a thorough review of her medications.”
Heather Locklear is fortunate to have a large support network of people who genuinely care about her well-being. However, she must take full responsibility for her recovery and must have wanted to ask for assistance.
In 2018, she made headlines once more, this time around for her struggles with addiction and mental health problems as well as her purported refusal to accept support from her friends and family. Her family’s anguish was evident, and the news was terrible.
“Heather is not getting the required medical attention or mental health treatment. It takes more than just going to treatment for addiction problems. Additionally, it’s about receiving the appropriate diagnosis and care for any underlying mental health conditions, a person close to her told People. She withdraws from people, which makes the other problems worse. Naturally, you can’t make someone obtain medical care; they have to desire it, but it can be challenging for a sick person to endure and make informed decisions. Her friends and relatives are incredibly eager to help.
Positively, Locklear eventually received assistance and celebrated her first year of recovery in 2020. She expressed herself on Instagram (or, more precisely, she posted a quote that she claimed to be by Maya Angelou). Later, she promised to give hugs in the post. “One year of sobriety today!!!”
Over the years, people have kept an eye on Heather Locklear because she has been unable to evade public attention in her personal life. This covers the difficulties she encountered in attempting to manage her addiction. Fortunately, she had friends and relatives that cared about her recovery at all times.
Locklear made the decision to keep this private at the time, and while she would subsequently publicly celebrate her sobriety, she has generally been more quieter about the path she traveled to get there.
Though they didn’t seem to be close friends, Denise Richards and Heather Locklear did seem to get along. Moreover, they were neighbors. Once Richards started dating Locklear’s ex-husband, Richie Sambora, their friendship would rapidly deteriorate. However, how were Locklear and Richards acquainted? Initially, Locklear’s friend and former co-star Charlie Sheen introduced them; the two collaborated on the television show “Spin City.”
It is thought that Sambora’s divorce preceded the start of Richards and Sambora’s romance. (Sheen and Richards were also breaking up at the time.) Even so, Locklear must have been hurt by the news. “I’m sorry, but our friendship had to come to an end. Richards said to People in 2006, “The last thing I want to do is create a media frenzy like this, especially as I’m trying to get through a divorce.”
“What brought Richards and Sambora together was our friendship and the fact that we were going through divorces at the same time. “I didn’t take someone else’s spouse,” she declared to Us Weekly. “Have I dated the ex-husband of a former friend? Indeed. Did I end someone’s marriage? No. That would never have happened with Richie if Locklear and I were still friends. Before Richie and I became acquainted, our friendship had ended.
Although her career has slowed down, she has persisted in trying to make a return.
In the 1980s and 1990s, Heather Locklear was a well-known person, most known for her portrayal of Amanda Woodward on the television series “Melrose Place.” Even once the program was over, she kept getting roles, but the amount of leading roles she was cast in in the following years clearly decreased. Older actors in Hollywood are rarely treated well, but Locklear had to face her issues.
Was she ready to quit her work permanently? Nope. Locklear was ecstatic to be chosen for the 2021 television movie “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff: The Kristine Carlson Story.” Aside from having been sober for nearly two years, many viewed this as her comeback and anticipated great things from her.
In reference to her impending 60th birthday in 2021, she remarked, “I’ve always loved getting older because it means I’m alive.” I’m ecstatic. I was unable to care less. I could care less about how I look. My parents still think highly of me. My kid adores me.
I Gifted My Late Wife’s Apron to My Daughter-in-Law – Imagine My Shock When I Found It in the Dumpster
As Thanksgiving approaches, William mourns his wife, Ellen, and wonders how he’s going to spend their favorite holiday without her. But his daughter-in-law, Amelia, loves to cook and has taken to cooking for dinner. Moved by his feelings and nostalgia, William gifts her Ellen’s most loved and worn apron. But when he finds the apron in the garbage, he realizes that his hurt goes all the way back to his grief, fueling a reaction.
It was the morning before Thanksgiving, and I was feeling the full weight of Ellen not being around anymore. This was the first Thanksgiving without my wife, who had passed away almost a year ago.
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I sat on the armchair in my bedroom and left my newspaper to the side. If Ellen were still around, she would have had an entire shopping list ready for me to get.
“It’s just the last-minute things, William,” she would say, absentmindedly doodling on the grocery list while she pondered what else we would need.
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“Sure, honey,” I’d always tell her, ready to go to the store and get her everything she needed.
But this year was the first time in 30 years that I wouldn’t have Ellen around for the holidays.
Instead, my son’s wife, Amelia, promised us that she would take over the Thanksgiving dinner.
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“Don’t worry, Dad,” my son, Harry, told me. “Amelia cooks just like Mom, and Mom taught her a few things, too.”
I wasn’t worried about anything. If I had to be honest, I was grateful that the kitchen would be used in all its glory once again. Since Ellen passed away, Harry and Amelia had moved in with me.
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“It won’t be for long, Dad,” Harry said. “But I don’t want you to be alone. And this way, Amelia and I can save up for a house in the meantime. We all need to heal together.”
When they moved in, I tried to put a lot of Ellen’s things away. I wanted them to feel at home, too.
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I couldn’t argue with Harry because the thought of being alone in the house that Ellen and I had built was too much. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to cope without her.
I needed the support from my son.
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The longer I sat in my room, wrapped in the thoughts of my wife, the more sentimental I got. Eventually, I decided to pass on something priceless to Amelia.
Opening Ellen’s closet, I pulled out her faded floral apron. It had been around for as long as I could remember, and every holiday had at least one photograph of Ellen in it.
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There were a few food stains that just couldn’t be removed, but I thought that it added charm to the apron.
I thought that maybe if I passed the apron to Amelia, who shared Ellen’s passion for cooking, she would honor Ellen’s memory and Thanksgiving traditions.
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The following morning, I was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when Amelia came in, tying her hair and pulling up her sleeves.
“Hi, William,” she said. “Ready for Thanksgiving?”
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“Of course, I am,” I said, smiling at her. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do in the kitchen today.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Harry isn’t going to help at all. He’s probably going to watch the parade or look for sports on TV.”
“There’s something I want you to have,” I told her.
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I put the folded apron onto the counter and slid it across to her.
“Ellen would have wanted you to have this, Amelia,” I said. “This was her favorite apron, and she wore it for every holiday that involved the kitchen.”
Amelia smiled at me. It was a polite smile; maybe it was a bit strained, but I dismissed it as my own sentimentality clouding my judgment.
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She put the apron on, her face changing slightly when she saw how well-worn it was and the old food stains.
“Great, thank you,” she said. “Let’s cook!”
We spent the next few hours cooking together. Amelia did things differently than Ellen. From her cooking style to the actual ingredients used.
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I obeyed all her instructions and watched everything she did. It was different from what I was used to. But I still loved that Amelia was stepping up and taking control of the family holidays.
“Do you think we should do a table setting like what Ellen would have done?” she asked me.
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“Of course,” I said. “It’s just part of the tradition!”
“Then maybe we should get Harry onto that,” she suggested.
The rest of the day flew by in the kitchen with cooking preparations. Every single time I thought of Ellen, I distracted myself with another task.
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I watched as Amelia bustled around the kitchen in what seemed like genuine delight. As our closest family and friends began showing up for dinner, I went upstairs to freshen up for the occasion.
Everything was perfect, including Harry’s table setting. I missed Ellen throughout the evening, especially when the pies came out. My wife had a tradition of eating two slices of pie, one pecan and one pumpkin.
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“It’s the one time of year that I eat them,” she would say, spraying whipped cream all over the slices of pie on her plate.
Now, as Harry cut into the pumpkin pie, he caught my eye and smiled, handing me the first piece.
“For Mom,” he said.
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Everything seemed perfect. I went to bed that evening feeling as though my wife had been present. She was there, in the quiet moments after the dinner party, when I loaded the dishwasher and made myself a cup of tea.
But then, with the next morning came a different set of heartbreak.
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I was out, taking my usual walk around the block. While taking a shortcut back home through the alley behind our house, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. A glimpse of floral fabric, peering out from the top of our dumpster.
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It was Ellen’s apron, discarded and partially covered in the newspaper that I had been reading and other refuse.
My heart sank, bringing a different sense of grief to me.
The apron that held so many cherished memories of Ellen was thrown away like common trash.
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I retrieved the apron, the dew having made it damp in the crisp morning.
“How could Amelia do this?” I asked myself.
It felt like a betrayal, not just of Ellen’s memory, but of the love and trust that I had placed in her.
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I could have let it go. I would have chalked it up to Amelia not wanting to wear something old, or even not wanting to wear something that once belonged to her mother-in-law. But it was the cold way in which she had discarded it.
Determined to teach her a lesson about respect and the value of memories, I thought that I’d sit down to tea with her and talk about cooking. It was the one thing that we constantly bonded over.
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Amelia agreed, unaware that I knew about the apron. She followed me up the stairs, and I led her to the attic.
“Come on,” I said. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Oh, William,” she said when she looked around the attic and saw the neatly preserved boxes.
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“I’ve never been in here,” she said. “I didn’t know that we had an attic in this house.”
I stepped aside, allowing her to get into the room properly.
“Since you didn’t find value in the apron, maybe you’ll find something here that you won’t just throw away,” I said, my voice colder than I intended.
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Amelia, visibly uncomfortable, shifted from foot to foot.
“William, I…” she began, her voice trailing off when she saw the apron hanging from a hook across the room.
I stood in silence as she tried to apologize, but her words seemed hollow.
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“Look,” I said. “Maybe I forced it onto you, and I’m sorry about that, Amelia. But at the same time, I just thought that it would have been something to pass on to you. Not to mention that it was comforting for Harry and me to see.”
She nodded, nervously looking at the door. She was probably wondering if I had told Harry about the incident. I hadn’t. I didn’t want to create any unpleasantness between them.
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But I still felt like a rift had been caused between us. As we continued to live under the same roof, I kept to myself as much as possible. I wasn’t angry with Amelia. I was hurt.
I was hurt on behalf of myself, of Ellen, and even Harry, who didn’t know any better.
I knew that I would get over it eventually, but for now, I just needed to let myself grieve my wife, and keep her memory strong.
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What would you have done?
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