
Processing Grief and Loss
It’s been weeks since my boyfriend died of a fentanyl drug overdose. I’ve stopped counting the days, but the number of weeks that have passed still comes to me naturally. I don’t think there’s anything more painful than the raw despair I felt in the days after he passed.

Grief in Recovery
As anyone who has experienced loss while in the pangs of addiction can tell you, the combination of grief and active use can be a detrimental, if not deadly, combination. The process of grieving in and of itself, even while in a solid state of recovery, can be a formidable process to endure.

Finding True Happiness
I used drugs more and more when my life felt “happy”. Sometimes, in my pain, when I would feel the most consumed by the loss of my friend, I would feel so helpless that I thought that I had no other option than to smoke away my sadness.