BluejayBlues
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- Jun 30, 2018
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Monday, November 15th, I lost the love and light of my life, Jeremy. I know he was a member of this site, he's the one that introduced me to it, but I don't know his username. Because of that I shall just refer to him as I knew him. He loved this site and learned a lot from you all. He loved chemistry and the knowledge around the culture of drugs even when he didn't partake. You guys helped him when his mom abandoned him at the age of 14 to be responsible while he numbed himself through the experience.
He was an amazing man, had been through so much hardship and yet still managed to be one of the sweetest and most honest person I know. He loved me dearly and made it known at every turn and I the same. He was smart, he was funny, he was someone I could be and say anything with and he'd not judge.
We had so many nights of just talking: about nonsense, about serious subjects, anything. We could be open and honest with each other and know we'd never be judged for it, warts and all. We watched shows and and played video games together every day. We wanted to experience life together and grow old together.
He had been struggling with his depression and inner demons the last month and a half. He started back on meth and made sure I knew about it. I let him know my concerns but I trusted him to know when it was getting too much. He tried connecting with so many old friends only to have them lie, betray, and straight up leave him for dead when he smoked an oxy with one and ODd. Thankfully he was revived but was shaken profusely. He eventually got some pills from that same person, intent to take his own life or sell them. He changed his mind on the former but he had taken a hit of it to numb himself. He admitted he took this usage too far and he was stopping. That was the day before he passed.
That fateful day he was miserable, he was up all night vomitting violently. That day he was still very nauseated, sweating bullets that changed to chills then back to sweating. He told me over his skin was really clammy and pale. We thought he was just coming down off of whatever that was plus a hangover. He took one of his prescription meds as directed, klonopin, signed off of skype and laid down for a nap. He never came back.. he never woke up. I wish I would have put two and two together about the pill he took one hit off of and his klonopin. He was always so careful about that but being so tired and sick I think it lapsed his mind. I wish I could have been there to watch over him and take care of him but I'm stuck in a different state taking care of my father. I am lost, I am broken. This man was my everything. He made me stronger, he made me feel wanted and loved, he was the love of my life and I his. He left me too soon.
I love you, Jeremy. I hope all the pain you had in life is now gone and you are at peace. I know you never meant to hurt me by going away and I'm sorry I couldn't protect you or save you from your inner demons.
He was an amazing man, had been through so much hardship and yet still managed to be one of the sweetest and most honest person I know. He loved me dearly and made it known at every turn and I the same. He was smart, he was funny, he was someone I could be and say anything with and he'd not judge.
We had so many nights of just talking: about nonsense, about serious subjects, anything. We could be open and honest with each other and know we'd never be judged for it, warts and all. We watched shows and and played video games together every day. We wanted to experience life together and grow old together.
He had been struggling with his depression and inner demons the last month and a half. He started back on meth and made sure I knew about it. I let him know my concerns but I trusted him to know when it was getting too much. He tried connecting with so many old friends only to have them lie, betray, and straight up leave him for dead when he smoked an oxy with one and ODd. Thankfully he was revived but was shaken profusely. He eventually got some pills from that same person, intent to take his own life or sell them. He changed his mind on the former but he had taken a hit of it to numb himself. He admitted he took this usage too far and he was stopping. That was the day before he passed.
That fateful day he was miserable, he was up all night vomitting violently. That day he was still very nauseated, sweating bullets that changed to chills then back to sweating. He told me over his skin was really clammy and pale. We thought he was just coming down off of whatever that was plus a hangover. He took one of his prescription meds as directed, klonopin, signed off of skype and laid down for a nap. He never came back.. he never woke up. I wish I would have put two and two together about the pill he took one hit off of and his klonopin. He was always so careful about that but being so tired and sick I think it lapsed his mind. I wish I could have been there to watch over him and take care of him but I'm stuck in a different state taking care of my father. I am lost, I am broken. This man was my everything. He made me stronger, he made me feel wanted and loved, he was the love of my life and I his. He left me too soon.
I love you, Jeremy. I hope all the pain you had in life is now gone and you are at peace. I know you never meant to hurt me by going away and I'm sorry I couldn't protect you or save you from your inner demons.