I lost my 30 year old son to an overdose. He had been battling his opioid addiction for a few years. He had been clean for over a year. He lived with me, and I could see how hard he was trying to better himself. He started following all the rules of our society. He was on parole and was doing everything right. He was working out, taking classes, cooking, smiling, talking to me, whitening his teeth, and planning for a future. Not exactly sure what the trigger was. He knew there would be a lot of consequences for a failed drug test; prison. I found him Dead in the bathroom in the middle of the night.