My grandpa died on September 6th. He was my person. He was the only person I had. He’s also the one that started and fed my addiction and life is so unbearable right now. The only thing keeping me here is my son and as much as I love him, wanting to die and not even having that choice because I can’t leave him here alone fucking sucks. I have no other family, absolutely no friends. I just don’t wanna do it anymore.