Buffalo's Opioid Court Hopes to Show New Path in Addiction Fight

Just a personal note...

My stepmother died of a drug overdose in 2012. she fought a years long battle before she succumb. my dad found her face down in the hallway. he said that she was already turning blue. he had just made it home after working a twelve hour shift. I went and stayed with him for a while after she died. the kitchen was literally littered with hundreds of prescription bottles, most less than two months old.

Her son was killed by an 88 year old man, during a botched home invasion. the elder shot himself during the struggle and my step brother was shot and pronuonced dead at the scene. he abused many drugs and was almost encouraged by his mother to use them. he preferred crystal meth. he was in his early twenties when he died.

my biological brother died after being ejected from the vehicle in a single car rollover on I-30 at mile marker 23 in the east bound lane. he was allowed to smoke marijuana in my mother's house from the age of 12. there were 17 substances found in his body at the time of death. he would abuse anything that would get him high. when we went to view the body the next morning, he was barely recognizable. he was bloated horribly. he suffered a number of broken bones from head to toe. his left hand was being held on by a ligament and was in a plastic bag. the night before we had got into a fight over a ten dollar bill. he became aggressive after accusing me of stealing it and began punching holes in the walls of my apartment. I was able to lock him out and called the police. the last thing he said to me was "just tell me you love me." I couldn't. I told him bluntly "I don't love you. I hate you." we never spoke again. he died at 23. maternity items to wear for the maid of the brides

my mother has been an alcoholic for most of her life. on the weekends she starts drinking around ten a.m. during the week she drinks a beer on her lunch break.

my uncle, aunt, and preteen female cousin were traveling from Dierks early labor day Saturday in 1998. after a night of gambling and drinking heavily, a ford ranger with three occupants also, left their lane and collided with my uncle's vehicle head on. his wife and daughter were killed instantly, as well as two passengers in the truck. my uncle, a Pentecostal Preacher was traveling back to west texas to attend to church business.

my other step brother was paralyzed in a drunk driving accident.

I sexually molested my younger step sister when I was twelve. I learned that from my heroine addicted stepfather's older teenage daughters. I don't remember if I knew that was normal behavior or not at the time. she is now a lesbian. my step father hated me and did everything from stomp on my feet, drag me around the house by my hair, to beating me with a telephone chord.

so if you see me and wonder what's going through my head... you should have a better grasp. in another life I could have been a research scientist, surgeon, or astronaut. I struggle every day to try to put the past behind me. it's harder some days than others. my wife is barren and I have no children except my half raised step children. while all you females are popping out child support and welfare babies, I have no one to call my own. I'll never feel my own child in the womb kicking. I'll never buy it's a girl or boy cigars. I'll never see my child's first steps, or bottle feed, nor wake up in the middle of the night to change a diaper. so yeah... i'm damaged goods.

but seriously folks... drugs are bad for you.