I'm making this post because I just found out yesterday that someone I had been very close to recently died from an overdose. I am absolutely broken. This was the very last thing I ever wanted to happen, I never wanted it at all. In fact, our friendship ended after they had a very bad binge which caused a psychotic episode, where they then were incredibly emotionally abusive to me, and even tried to blame me for their usage. I was very angry, hurt, and traumatized for so long. And I had no idea they even died weeks ago until yesterday. Part of me feels incredibly guilty for leaving them at one of their lowest times, despite how much i was being put through. I tried to get them help, I tried to tell them I loved them and was concerned, and now I can't stop fucking crying. I just wanted to tell them one last time that I loved them, that I was so sorry for leaving. To their family and friends; I am so so so sorry this all happened. And to people out there that need to hear this: The people in your life telling you to stop using don't hate you. We love you so fucking much. We don't ever want to have this happen to you, we never want you out of our lives, we will always love you, even if we don't show it because we are hurt.