Drugs and alcohol have destroyed my family and I'm glad that I never got into anything heavy.

However, last year I lost my brother to a drug overdosed suicide and a month later my mother to the same thing.

It has been a very long and hard battle for me with depression, anxiety, and grief. I am not proud of the things I have done but it is extremely hard to live without my brother even now.

I just want other people to know how quickly everything can change, even if you don't mean for it to. I often blame myself for what happened even though I couldn't have done anything to stop it. Stay strong in your battle and don't give up no matter how hard it gets, find someone or something to hold onto whether it be minimal such as a belief or as material as a good memory.

Thank you for hearing my story.