Melody Beattie, 76, a Minnesota native who overcame a turbulent childhood and drug addiction to author a string of bestselling books about codependency, relationships and caring for yourself, died on Feb. 27.
The cause was congestive heart failure, according to her daughter, Nichole, of Los Angeles.
Beattie was evacuated from her Malibu, Calif., beach home in early December by the Franklin fire and spent nearly two weeks in the hospital. She wanted to move back home but needed care and stayed at Nichole’s house in the Los Feliz neighborhood, spending her last days in hospice there.
Beattie’s rise to writing fame, following a drug-fueled youth that nearly killed her, was a rags-to-riches story. But the death of her 12-year-old son, Shane, in an Afton Alps skiing accident just as she found success shattered her world all over again. She left for California as soon as Nichole graduated from Stillwater High School.
The 1986 book that launched her career, “Codependent No More: How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring for Yourself,” was a meditation on loving and letting go inspired by women she met while working as a drug counselor in Minneapolis.
When she was writing it, Beattie was freelancing articles for the Stillwater Evening Gazette and raising Shane and Nichole by herself in a home they shared in Stillwater’s Croixwood neighborhood.
“Codependent No More” stands as one of the bestselling self-help books of all time, with some 7 million copies sold. Beattie went on to write more bestsellers, establishing herself as a major voice in drug counseling and therapy work who could write from her own experiences with abandonment, abuse, addiction, divorce and the death of a child.
Born in Ramsey to Izetta Lee and Jean Vaillancourt, she was just a toddler when her father left the family. In a 1988 Star Tribune profile, Beattie said her childhood home was dysfunctional. Several relatives were alcoholics, and she was briefly abducted by a stranger and molested when she was 5. The episode wasn’t talked about, Beattie said, and by 12 she was running home from school over the lunch hour to numb her pain with whiskey.