My 20-yr-old nephew lurked here. I'm not even sure if he had an account - he wasn't one to comment. He told me about this place. He died by purposeful heroin overdose on July 22. I found him.
This may sound strange given the context, but I'm glad this place exists. He'd been battling mental illness, addiction and occasional homelessness for a few years and had researched how to end things many times. He researched what a heroin overdose was like here - I know because he saved screenshots with pertinent details highlighted. We'd been getting him mental health treatment for the first time, and he had a spot in a rehab he was excited about - until he wasn't. Long story short, he decided not to go about halfway through our trip there, opting instead to buy a tent and live rough until he could execute his plan, which was to rent a PO box, get heroin delivered, and go on a whopping bender ending with a purposeful OD. He did exactly that. I feel grateful that he at least came to me the day he died and the last words we exchanged were loving ones. He set up his tent in the park across the street from my apartment and we made plans for morning coffee... but he was dead when I got there, and had been for a few hours at least.
I'm glad this place exists because if he was going to do this, he was able to find information that put his mind at ease about it. Heroin is a pretty good way to go, as I understand it.
I'm also glad this place exists because people who use drugs are often looked down on and not given community, and I think that's shitty. I'm glad you're all here for one another. That's why I wanted to post about my nephew. It may not sound like it given the outcome but this place was a help to him and I appreciate it.