Corinna May 29, at 7: He had been sober for almost 90 days. His last several months he had been happier than I can recall. He would call me a couple times a week, was working and being responsible. We really thought this time he was going to overcome his addiction and not relapse.
They found only one small bag with a rolled up paper. No other drug paraphernalia. Its still not real. I keep expecting him to call me. I have a pain in my chest that wont stop hurting. I miss him so much. Andrew May 16, at 1: Fentanyl killed my beautiful 29 year son on New Years Eve, How is that relevant? I will honour my sons life with honesty, open-mindnesss and acceptance.
Carisa Witt April 18, at 5: I am not ashamed of her or her cause of death. She was a very troubled person from an early age and I and every member of family did all they could to help. She had anxiety, depression and bipolar ll disorder. I also suffer these issues and I can understand the drugs allure to someone that has this mental problems. They find out the drugs work better than the prescription medication, if only for a little while.
I held my daughter close in her final days and I thank God for that closeness but I do suffer a lot of guilt I should have known and did more to save her. I also have more blame than guilt for the boyfriend she loved who provided the drug to her and watched her convulse for two days before she died and did nothing to help only to save his butt. He is a drug felon who is guilty of possession, use and selling meth, child endangerment, probation violations as well as feeding my daughter drugs and watching her die.
He walked away with no charges and my granddaughter of my unmarried daughter. The guilt and blame are eating me alive but the grief is going to win with the most damage.
I am looking for a way to help stop hurting but fear it will take quite awhile. I found part one very helpful and I look forward to read more of your work.
Miss him March 10, at 6: I wanted to marry him and have children with him. We had a passionate relationship that was toxic at times, but I really did love him so much. I was super jealous; He was that amazing.
We were together for five years. We used to experiment with drugs together, so I blame myself. I wanted to try this, because I always felt safe with him. I knew he had tried it before. I never would have thought it would get out of control.
I was always able to rope him back in. I had NO idea of how often he was doing it behind my back, and I will never know the truth. The first time I thought there was a problem, I called his friends over to talk to him. The problem seemed to subside.
Months later, he is lifting up his arms to show me track marks. He called me days later from the hospital. He overdosed for the first time. When I called his aunt, she told me not to go. He showed up unannounced at my house 6 or 7 months later, to make amends. He was shoveling the snow outside for me. We talked about his friends a little. And then we hugged and said goodbye.
He died almost a month ago. If he were in front of me, he would tell me that nothing I would have or could have done would have been able to stop him. And part of me knows this. The other part is consumed with loss, guilt. And I know he would hate that. Maybe he made his peace with our relationship and its ending. And that I never stopped loving him. There was so much I had to say, so much to tell him.
And I will never get to now. No one had a negative thing to say about this guy. He was so damn attractive. Fabulous taste in music. He had it all. I absolutely HATE that this was his ending. But the news still rocked my world. Every time I look at his mass card, I swear my heart breaks all over again. Carla January 21, at 3: He was in a halfway house in Charlotte.
I was at home alone at got a Bing that I had a message FB. I looked at it and it said RIP my Sons name me in shock.. I grab my glasses and yes that what the post said. Me hysterical calls the Halfway House and tell them who I am an was something wrong with my Son.
I got a very long silence and then a yes he is deceased. I probably did not say nice things. The Founder told me to call the Detective. My Son was found in the Bi-lo parking lot in the passenger seat of his jeep slumped over on the dash with a uncapped syringe in his lap. And 4 capped ones in his pocket he was very close to the entrance did no one see him and call someone?.
Rigamortis had already set in. I said where did you tow his jeep? He is a Staff member at a Rehab facility my Son was previously where he was clean about 10 months. The Cops did not run the tag they found a dead Man in and released it to a place that did not own it. By the way I never got a call about my Son from anyone I had to do the calling.
The weird thing is my Son called me every morning never missed a day except that one. I still felt uneasy. And then this all happened. I drug tested him when he got here and he was clean we spent the day at one of his favorite places Folly Beach then back home for his favorite Birthday cake and all his Favorite food.
I then drug tested him again and he was allowed to take his jeep back. My Son was dead 11 days later. Nothing will ever bring my talented guitar playing Son back. But none of this makes since. Cory G January 19, at 3: She was doing really good for a few months.
About 10 yrs ago she got pain pills and really liked them. I am currently on methadone and have been for 2 yrs now. I always keep it in the safe in my bedroom. My mom was always at my house helping me with my 2 young kids.
She was such a wonderful mother and grandmother. My kids adored her! It was on a Thursday that she left my house to go back home. I opened my safe to get my methadone that Thursday morning and saw that the seal had been broken.