Accepting that every one makes their own choices and death is a natural process regardless of how it comes about.
My previous roommate started using cocaine again, to the point where she lost her jobs, was staying up all night on binges, eventually she had to go to inpatient for a month.
She gets out, made friends there, starts inviting all these friends (who are all either drug abusers or dealers) over. They all start using together again very shortly after getting out and hanging out.
Eventually she latches onto one of the guys, who has a kid that he cant see because he doesnt have a car due to the drug abuse, he starts living with us. I eventually leave because things become too unsafe, the dude starts offering her opiates and various pills and they both go off the rails.
Last I heard from her, and the public record in my county, and that he was found dead on the side of the road. He was partying with some friends, they were driving out in the country, the dude ODs in the passenger seat and they just threw him out of the car. Fucked up.
I became friends with this girl in high school. We had been friends for nearly a decade. In highschool, her best friend was this girl that was in our friend group. They both smoked together quite often and had a particular bond. One day after a rough week at home, she had no access to the internet or her cell phone to contact friends (parents took it), she met up with one of the girls from our school to hang out and do drugs in some abandoned house.
Our friend overdosed, and the girl left her because she was "scared and didn't know what to do". Her parents found her dead in the abandoned house the next day after she was missing.
I was 16, there was nothing any of us could have done. Even as an adult, there was nothing I could do to help my roommate friend who was abusing cocaine. Every one is on their own path, and you can only play the role they allow you to have in their lives.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.