There is a before and after when you have lost a loved one to overdose. It changes your reality and your heart.
You love just a little more, because you know that minutes count. I had the influence of a positive mom who believed that all people held redeeming traits. I carry that same passion in my life. It's who I am. So, my passion is hope in humanity. And my love, is family and friends.
When I started down this path, I lost "me". So I have been healing and reconnecting. This healing happened when I made a decision to be silent no more.
I lost my youngest son, Ryan, April 25, 2014 to an overdose in Macys bathroom. He was 27 years old. He struggled for seven years with addiction. I sent him to college for a degree and he came home with a heroin addiction.
He was a bright, funny and talented young man with potential. He had four overdoses with the last one costing him his life. He was on a wait list for two programs when he died and received his Medicaid card just three days before. THIS is why I fight for opportunity.Read More