Two days ago my good friend's brother overdosed on heroin and died. I found out today and spent the whole day throwing up, crying, and trying to talk to my friend and his family. I've never had a friend die. I pray to God that when he died he was somewhere other than at home and it wasn't his parents who found him, but I really don't want to ask. What a terrible weekend.
The terrible part was he had just gotten his life back together and had been clean for months. He had just gotten married. He had a kid on the way...
Anyone else experience loss like this? I feel like this is all a bad dream. It's surreal, really.
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