Kjata
2011-12-12, 11:42 AM
I can't find the depression thread. So I'm making this.
So, I am 19. I still have all my grandparents. I've only met 3 people who have died, them being great-grandparents who died in their late 80s/ early 90s. They were old when I was young, and it was expected.
I just found out one of my friends from high school passed away from a drug overdose.
I haven't seen him in over a year. I quit hanging out with my friends from high school because I was cleaning my life up. I was on the verge of alcoholism and drug addiction at 18, and needed to change.
It never seemed possible. Looking back, I realize that we thought we were indestructible, nothing could hurt us.
Knowing that I can never bridge the friendship we shared once is crushing me. Surviving where he didn't also is.
He was friendly and attractive, everyone loved him. He partied from time to time, but had a lot of other interests. I was the one who took the most drugs, drank the most, drove on tons of various substances. If I had died, it would have been tragic, but expected.
I feel guilty because I was the one who introduced so many drugs to my old circle of friends, and now one of them is gone because of it while I am alive and mostly sober.
So, I am 19. I still have all my grandparents. I've only met 3 people who have died, them being great-grandparents who died in their late 80s/ early 90s. They were old when I was young, and it was expected.
I just found out one of my friends from high school passed away from a drug overdose.
I haven't seen him in over a year. I quit hanging out with my friends from high school because I was cleaning my life up. I was on the verge of alcoholism and drug addiction at 18, and needed to change.
It never seemed possible. Looking back, I realize that we thought we were indestructible, nothing could hurt us.
Knowing that I can never bridge the friendship we shared once is crushing me. Surviving where he didn't also is.
He was friendly and attractive, everyone loved him. He partied from time to time, but had a lot of other interests. I was the one who took the most drugs, drank the most, drove on tons of various substances. If I had died, it would have been tragic, but expected.
I feel guilty because I was the one who introduced so many drugs to my old circle of friends, and now one of them is gone because of it while I am alive and mostly sober.