So good to hear that you were okay, and had a brother to revive you! Experiences like that can be formative, I think, and if we make it through they can give us a newfound appreciation of life.
Not always, obviously; I knew a guy who's best friend was Narcan'd by paramedics four times in one day, and he didn't stop or slow down until he passed away with nobody around. He was too deep in it for those brushes with death to matter, and nobody was there to talk to him.
That's why people need communities like this, so they can have people to say "what the fuck are you doing, cut that out right now, you silly bean, you got a future right now and even if you can't see the value in that yet BELIEVE US it holds so much for you!"
It's not perfect, but it's like music, in my opinion; it can be bullshit you engage with to pass the time, but it can also give you meaning and help you through dark times by giving you something/someone to relate with. The trick is to know where to post to get support, which this guy unfortunately didn't. But I see more people on here telling people to get help/go to a supportive subforum than I did in 2015, which is encouraging. For some people, BL is the last line of defence before they lose the will to care about how they use drugs and end up dying from half-intentional negligence.
The words you wrote were really moving, friend. About his future, and what he would be doing now. That hit me hard.
Again, so glad you didn't die after your OD. I've never been Narcan'd in an emergency (did do it while I was just normal-high one time, to see what it felt like), but I have multiple kits stashed around the house in plain sight in case my partner needs to save my dumb ass.
The thing that woke me up was withdrawing from Etizolam and having multiple seizures in the bathroom... kicked the door so hard it cracked down the middle, dented the wall with my head, smashed a cupboard off the wall, pulled muscles in all my limbs, chipped a tooth, and scared my partner to death. Had to be taken to the ER, ended up on an 8 month long diazepam taper.
If no one had been there, I would have kept trying to get up and walk around, and probably would have kept seizing until I fell the wrong way, hit my head at the wrong angle on the edge of a counter, and ended up in the morgue.