It's hard for me to share this but if it keeps one person from doing the same, it's worth it.
The Police came to my door at 7am, Friday, to tell me that 911 was called to a home in the area where my Son was unresponsive. They tried everything but couldn't bring him back.
He had met a girl at the bar, went to her house to do a line of what he was told was cocaine. But that cocaine was laced with Fentanyl and caused his death.
I'm devastated, I miss him terribly, this pain is the worst suffering I've ever experienced in my life.
I have Bipolar ll & GAD and have been able to get through the past 2 months with my current meds, now I'm just trying to get by one moment at a time. A crisis counselor came right after the Police, I have my psychiatrist appt and psychologist appt Thursday, cant see them any sooner.
I'm hanging by a thread but have to believe that I can get through this, one minute at a time.
God Bless my Son.