I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm the mother of a former addict. Former, because my son passed away on May 4th of this year. He was 25 years old and thought he knew best about how to self medicate himself for mental health problems. The year previously, he overdosed on Easter eve. We knew right away so were able to call the police who gave him narcan. He was released from the hospital the next day. I tried to get him help, but he was starting a new full-time job that week and wouldn't have time to do anything in-patient, and finding out how to get him admitted, if he was willing, was a major run-around. Also, he thought he could overcome his problem himself. I drove him to one counselling session, which made him feel better, but when trying to find addiction outpatient counselling, I was told he could schedule an appointment for a month from then. He would have gone to counselling with anyone if we could find a counsellor for after 5PM or weekends.
Thoughtout all of his problems with anxiety and drug/alcohol abuse, he went to work every day conscientiously.
I wish I hadn't trusted him when he told me that he was off of the heroin. But after his death, I found 12 syringes in his garbage can.
If there is anything I can do to contribute to the cause, please count me in.