Trigger Warning: If you’ve sensitive to grief or conversations related to drugs, please be advised.
In October of 2017, I took to my Instagram to announce the untimely death of my mother. It was one of those moments that you just can’t wrap your head around. That morning I was ordering her Christmas presents and by the end of the night, I was wondering how would my life look in the coming days, weeks, and months. After the funeral was over and as they say “the casket closed”… I knew I wasn’t mentally able to handle running a business. Hell, I was barely able to handle processing thoughts. Now, this is something I was already “preparing” for but how much can you prepare to lose your best friend and mom all in one move?
In March of 2016, I found my mom overdosing in the bathroom of her apartment. I was able to give her chest compressions while waiting for EMS to show up and administer the Narcan. I was inspired to do an event with her, where we both spoke publicly about addiction. I wanted to bring awareness to what was happening in the community. When I first started off in the local Cleveland music scene, I brought my mom with me to most of the shows I attended but no one knew the demons she battled. My goal is and still is to share her story, hoping that others will either get help or avoid going down that path.