Today has been a sad day. Tragic.
Today I tried to protect the dignity of my friend J, who overdosed 2 weeks ago, and is now in a coma without hope of returning.
We had so many conversations where he battled with why his birth mum had abandoned him to the Care System as a baby, and how blessed he felt by having been chosen by his new mum and dad, to be their forever child.
He felt ashamed, guilty, less than and a failure.
Brightness then appeared – he successfully completed an abstinence based treatment programme, I met him there on my own journey of recovery, J went on to enjoy a year of sobriety.
Today – after his tragic relapse – I found the card I had written to him in 2009, using my nick name for him, Sunshine, congratulating him on getting to the end of the programme.
So many didn’t.
Today – I joined his beautiful parents in trying to clear his flat.
He had given up.
He had nothing.
But rubbish – piles and piles of rubbish.
But, what he did have, to the day he left us, was his forever mum and dad.
Addiction ain’t no choice.
Love ya J
Jen x Aka Hackney Child.