01/29/2022
I died wearing psych ward socks on my kitchen floor, surrounded by trash and syringes. Had it not been for the police officer that took this photo, EMT’s, and multiple doses of Narcan, my story would have ended right here.
I had just left the hospital for another drug related incident. You can see the hospital bands still on my arm. I walked out of that hospital against medical advice obsessing about one thing — getting high. You see, I’m the type of guy who can’t go ten seconds without thinking about drugs when I don’t have another solution in my life. And I’ll chase that thought right up to the brink of death and insanity.
So if you’re reading this and you or a loved one use like I used, don’t give up. It may seem hopeless, but I assure you that it’s not. If you know someone who thinks it’s time to give up, show them this photo. Let them read this. And pay close attention to this next part.
Today, I am a sober and responsible member of society. I am a dependable family member and friend. I maintain and run some of the largest addiction blogs on the internet. I work in the field of substance use disorder treatment. I travel the country speaking about addiction. I’ve worked with The New York Times and several other major media organizations shaping stories that change the narrative surrounding addiction in America. I work with activists and harm reduction groups making sure people have access to life-saving measures. And I almost died alone on my kitchen floor — wearing psych ward socks surrounded by trash and syringes.