London

When I tell people how my mother died, they look down on both me and her and treat me as if I’m completely unstable. They think that, just because she went down a certain path, I’m fated to do the same. But that isn’t true, and regardless of that, overdosing isn’t something to judge others by- it’s still death. That’s why I am so happy that this organization is spreading that kind of message; that is still, again, death. It does not determine anybody’s worth- not mine, not my mom’s. There’s more to everybody than just what you hear and see on the outside.