Post by Meg on Aug 23, 2016 22:31:20 GMT
My brother died 28 October 2015 from a heroin overdose. He asked me for the rehab number less than 12 hours before. As the oldest, I felt a sickening feeling on the 27th and contacted every person he knew. The media outlets knew before my family was even notified. I received a text from him at the exact time his body was found to tell my mom he was okay. He was in the woods and the text had been delayed.
I work in PR and had every media outlet app downloaded and he was one of the stories. Thankfully, I did not check the notifications that day. The media made him seem to be this low-life addict who wasn't a person. My brother was a person who before drugs was happy, funny and full of life. He played nationally for lacrosse and was always a physically active person. When the addiction took over, I couldn't handle it anymore and I left home. It has been 10 months 28 Aug and I still cannot stop crying. People act like their confused as to why I am not over this; some of the closest people I had in my life.
I just have to know that this is normal and the crippling effects of grief will pass or at some point ease. The grief still consumes me. I have flashbacks to getting the call. My heart physically hurts and feels like it's being stabbed. I cant take the pain. My brother and I were extremely close until his struggle in addiction.
I just don't know how to handle this and these feelings.
I work in PR and had every media outlet app downloaded and he was one of the stories. Thankfully, I did not check the notifications that day. The media made him seem to be this low-life addict who wasn't a person. My brother was a person who before drugs was happy, funny and full of life. He played nationally for lacrosse and was always a physically active person. When the addiction took over, I couldn't handle it anymore and I left home. It has been 10 months 28 Aug and I still cannot stop crying. People act like their confused as to why I am not over this; some of the closest people I had in my life.
I just have to know that this is normal and the crippling effects of grief will pass or at some point ease. The grief still consumes me. I have flashbacks to getting the call. My heart physically hurts and feels like it's being stabbed. I cant take the pain. My brother and I were extremely close until his struggle in addiction.
I just don't know how to handle this and these feelings.
