I talk to my mom every Thursday(my day off), and earlier today she told me that we almost lost my brother to heroin. Me, and him have always been close. We even have the same birthday, 3 years apart. He was the popular, athlete who dated all the hottest girls, where in the rich suburban town we grew up in, I was the outcast, with my long hair, heavy metal t-shirts, and social anxiety. I moved about 1200 miles away from home almost 9 years, and back then he was only smoking pot,and drinking. He was never an alcoholic, in fact, he would give me hell for getting too fucked up all the time. I learned a few years back that he started taking pills, and eventually moved to heroin. He’s been good for a while. Working 6 days a week, saving money, living with my parents. My father is an alcoholic, sober over 30 years, and an addiction counselor. He’s the one that found my brother on the bathroom floor, and near death. If anyone were to gamble on which of us would be in the grip of a deadly addiction, I would be the favorite by a mile. Apparently he od’d twice in 3 days. A few hours have past now since I found all this out, and I was temporarily feeling the need for a drink, or 12 to calm my nerves. Instead I’m using this as motivation to stay sober, and help him as best I can from so far away.
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He will be proud of you when he hears you are dealing with the situation sober. Stay strong.
Stay Strong big Rich doing great