The Overdose

Apr 1, 2017, 2:27 PM

I almost lost my son to a heroin overdose last night. By the grace of God, the weather, (which coagulated the drug and limited the amount he could use) and the citizen who didn't walk by but called 911, instead of planning his funeral I was blessed by staying at the hospital all night.

I spent my time sobbing, sleeping (trying to sleep) in a chair, (then on the floor), reminding him to breathe every time the oxygen monitor went off, and trying to figure out where to go from here.

Why do I post this? To somehow thank that person who called 911. And also to remind anyone who feels removed from this epidemic that these people are other peoples' kids. If you see something, do something. This is my child, the kid I love more than my own life, who I would die for this minute if he would just live.

This is what heroin looks like. It is a sad and desperate epidemic. If you don't think you are affected by it, I guess you are wrong because you somehow landed here. I also post it because some people feel ashamed when their kid is an addict and they try to appear like everything is normal to the rest of the world. They are afraid their friends will judge them.

If we all do that and hide behind the pretense of perfection, more kids die and the cycle continues. #nomoreshame