The fatal overdose -- yes, you can overdose and still live -- almost never happens when the junkie is shooting every day.
I found my roommate hemorrhaging at my feet. And as her blood spilled, my blood was set aflame. A long, slow simmer. A lifelong flame set steady and sure, fit for endurance. The flame of the divine feminine was lit for me, there in that startling, sorrowful moment.
I can’t dry my mother’s infinite tears or stop her from swallowing those pills, any more than I can protect my daughter from all the cruelties of this world… but, I honor them both by living.