Heroin.

[this post is a little later than I meant it to be, I tried posting the day it happened, and gmail was acting funny, never mind, its here now]:

I saw someone overdose today.

It was the saddest thing I have ever seen, he was 27-28 according to his friend. Young, at the prime of his life and I'm sure he would have been quite striking if he had not been choking to breathe, turning purple and having a pulse that seems to have stopped, until someone resuscitated him.

I know I have a lot of friends who try drugs or who are on drugs of some sort, usually just "soft" drugs and I feel like it's morally wrong to tell them what to do with their bodies, but after seeing this guy today, I don't care. They need to know.

Everything seems to lead to something else, a kid has his first cigg, then he seems to think it's cool, so he tries pot, then before you know it, he's this guy. Cam, his mate leaning over him, slapping him, shaking him, calling out his name and hoping, beyond hope he won't lose him.

He was lucky, this time. I called the ambo's, a nurse pulled over to help and we all managed to keep him with us til the ambulance arrived. I honestly thought we lost him a few times. God, I don't even know this guy, and I can't sleep to think about it. What if he was my mate, ten years from now? What if my mates are not so lucky? What if no-one was there when it happened? A lot of people overdose when they are using alone. A lot of people don't want to resuscitate an addict because of the high chance of HIV, Hepatitis, and a whole host of other blood borne diseases.

I know we're only young, but do we want to end up like this? Do we want to have our lives snuffed out so easily and with no warning? Fuck the risk, no-one wants that happening to their loved ones.

All my love,
Stacey