Overdose fallout comes with too many spectators trying to make meaning out of your ruin. There are versions of them in my head that never got to finish growing up. People treat this kind of grief like it needs a moral at the end and I hate that. You can love someone so hard and still not be able to keep them on shore. The shame around this kind of loss lands on the living like ash. I am not interested in turning this into a cautionary tale.
For the one I kept hoping would come back