I Lost Someone I Love To An Accidental Drug Overdose
Just got the soul crushing news that my friend Carissa lost her life last night to a drug overdose.
Carissa and I met over two years ago in rehab. We were both there to get our lives back on the right track. When I first saw her from across the room, I knew right away we were gonna be friends. I remember I went and sat next to her and she just took one look at me and showed me her arm tattoo and asked if I liked it. I told her I did and she gave me the most beautiful radiant smile I've ever seen.
For over 10 weeks, we were inseparable. We did everything together, wearing each other's clothes and sneaking around together all the time to make calls when we weren't allowed to or to hang out in the garden when we were supposed to be in our rooms. She was a badass, talented, charismatic, and, just like me, angry at the entire world. But she also wanted to get better. She had a strong passion for music and life and I believed she was going to make great things happen for herself. Of all the people I met in there, Carissa was the one I had high hopes for. I remember one night she wrote an entire song in 5 minutes. That's how talented she was.
So imagine my shock when I heard of her relapse within a year after rehab. Last time I saw her, a couple of weeks ago, she wasn't doing well. I told her she needs to check herself back into rehab and she promised me she will. We agreed I’ll come to pick her up the next day but she ghosted me. Never responded to any of my calls or texts. Another friend and I went to her apartment every day for over a week and she never opened the door for us. Eventually, I gave up on her.
Carissa was only 31, with a long life ahead of her. Last night, she was with her boyfriend when she collapsed and later died in hospital. I'm experiencing too many emotions right now. I'm shocked. I'm upset. I'm sad. I feel broken into tiny bits. I'm scared. I'm grieving.
Carissa and I met over two years ago in rehab. We were both there to get our lives back on the right track. When I first saw her from across the room, I knew right away we were gonna be friends. I remember I went and sat next to her and she just took one look at me and showed me her arm tattoo and asked if I liked it. I told her I did and she gave me the most beautiful radiant smile I've ever seen.
For over 10 weeks, we were inseparable. We did everything together, wearing each other's clothes and sneaking around together all the time to make calls when we weren't allowed to or to hang out in the garden when we were supposed to be in our rooms. She was a badass, talented, charismatic, and, just like me, angry at the entire world. But she also wanted to get better. She had a strong passion for music and life and I believed she was going to make great things happen for herself. Of all the people I met in there, Carissa was the one I had high hopes for. I remember one night she wrote an entire song in 5 minutes. That's how talented she was.
So imagine my shock when I heard of her relapse within a year after rehab. Last time I saw her, a couple of weeks ago, she wasn't doing well. I told her she needs to check herself back into rehab and she promised me she will. We agreed I’ll come to pick her up the next day but she ghosted me. Never responded to any of my calls or texts. Another friend and I went to her apartment every day for over a week and she never opened the door for us. Eventually, I gave up on her.
Carissa was only 31, with a long life ahead of her. Last night, she was with her boyfriend when she collapsed and later died in hospital. I'm experiencing too many emotions right now. I'm shocked. I'm upset. I'm sad. I feel broken into tiny bits. I'm scared. I'm grieving.
