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The light of my life.

by Aaliyah

(Upstate New York)

Justin Belson 3/24/88 - 5/27/15

Justin Belson 3/24/88 - 5/27/15

I fell in love with an amazing man who lights up every room he walks into just as he lit up my life 3 years ago on July 8th.

Justin and I met 7 years ago through a mutual friend I was 15 and he was 21. Instant crush on my part! But he didn't agree with being involved due to the age gap. As it should be!

We lost contact for a few years went on with our lives and out of the blue one day when I was 18 he messaged me on Facebook asking how I'd been and what I'd been up to. We chatted and ended up arranging to meet up and hang out like old times. We did.

The connection was instant. We fell head over heels for each other and don't you know it we moved in together 2 months later. Justin and I were attached at the hip without smothering each other if that makes any sense. We loved each other fiercely every moment of the day. We are one force moving in sync. He is my everything and I'm his.

A few months into our relationship I discovered that he was abusing prescription medications frequently when he was no longer able to make ends meet due to his habit. It worried me. I pleaded with him to stop abusing pain killers and seek treatment. He refused and assured me that his problem was manageable and he would work on cutting back.

I continued to be upset about it because I love him and wanted him to be healthy. This went on. We lived our lives happily. More in love with each other each day. We spoke about marriage and babies. But there was always an elephant in the room. His problem scared me.

About a year ago a man had become prominent in our life who will remain unnamed. He was boyfriend to a girl Justin and I were good friends with. They began working together after Justin helped him get a job a the place he had worked for over a year. They were friends.

The man was a heroin addict. He had been using for quite some time. Justin shared with me about how it worried him that the man had children and was using as much heroin as he did. Still Justin helped him with rides to work and what have you.

The day my life changed was a year ago when Justin came home from work with a confession to make. He sat me down and asked me not to be upset with him because he told me he had tried heroin that day. He said the man had persuaded him to use a needle and inject the drug into his arm. I was absolutely furious. Don't get me wrong I was mad at not only the man who pressured him but also with Justin. He is grown and makes his own decisions. I made it clear to him that he wasn't to do it again and the man was no longer welcome in my home. Justin assured me it was the last time. It didn't end that day.

The love of my life continued to do heroin. It trapped him. He hid from me in bathrooms and confined places because he felt shameful for what he was doing. I broke my heart to watch such an intelligent loving kind-hearted person struggle every day.

6 months ago is when it got bad. He started using so much that he couldn't function at work. He got nasty purple scars on his ams and he began to have episodes where he would stop breathing and I would have to resuscitate him. It terrified me.

I watched the love of my life essentially die a little each day. I suck by his side and tried to help him help himself. He insisted it wasn't that bad. Every day he was the number one concern in my life no matter what. I watched him like a hawk. I feared that if I turned my back for one moment he would die.

Mentally this took a toll on me. I was a basket case. I quit my job so that I would stay home at night and watch him. I love him wholly and entirely and I was watching him kill himself. In our entire relationship we never fought until dope came into my home.

At this point we fought once a week over his use. I urged him to stop. He reused. It broke me. I planned to leave him. I thought there was nothing else I could do but leave a toxic place in hopes he would follow me and start a new life. So I made plans to go to Florida and start college.

He was upset he begged me not to leave and asked me to stay and marry him. I told him I wouldn't marry him until he got help. He decided he was going to come with me.

I left Justin home for the night sober and without any money to buy drugs. I went to spend the night a a friends house and relax a bit since I knew the next day was pay at and I'd have to go back to baby sitting my love.

The next day Justin's boss called me to let me know he didn't show up for work. So I went home to wake him up because I was sure he overslept as he did often. At 9am on May 27, 2015 I found my love dead face down on our bedroom floor. He had overdosed the night before at around 11pm, 30 minutes after I spoke to him last.

He had found a way to borrow money and bought dope. I lost. He lost. We lost a year long battle with the evil that is heroin. The pain of seeing the love of my life purple on the floor of the room we sent the best and worst nights of our life together rips me in half everyday. He took my heart with him.

So the reason I'm posting this is to let you all know that while I am not a heroin addict I love one and I was affected by this monster of a drug. Justin was incredible. He as funny and handsome and he made my life worth living.

So many people in this country are affected by this drug. Children lose parents. Parents lose children and lovers lose lovers. Why? I am 21 one years old and essentially widowed. For what? Was it my mistake to love with who Justin was not what he fell victim to? No. I wouldn't change it for the world.

It sickens me to know that this drug is on the street claiming lives every day. Stealing amazing people from us every day. I am a survivor of the heroin epidemic. As are many of you. I demand to know why I sleep alone every night. I demand to know why there is child without a father somewhere out there at the hands of this drug. I demand to know why heroin is a term I ever had the misfortune of uttering. I demand to know why this country allows it to prowl our streets.

Today is the day I stand up against heroin. In loving memory of Justin William Belson I will fight on. I will not be silenced. I hope my story helps someone who is struggling with addiction or the loved ones of someone struggling.

Thank you.


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Keep fighting!

by: Debbie Wicker

Dear Aaliyah,

There are no words to describe the sadness you must be feeling. Recovering from the grief, sadness, guilt and shock of Justin's death is going to be with you for a very long time.

As a counselor, I often try to help people to recover from the trauma of the death of a loved one. I'm hoping that you consider getting support as you go through this very difficult and emotional time.

Not unlike a soldier in combat, you have experienced a SEVERE trauma that you may need support to get through and process. Please consider finding a Griefshare group in the area where you live and attending it. You can use this website to try to find a group in your area:

Because of the extraordinary circumstances of Justin's death and the fact that you are the one who found him, you're likely to be experiencing some called "complex grief". Complex grief is different in each of us, but usually means it will be a longer and more difficult process for you to begin to move on with your life and start to feel some positive emotions again.

Although you may not have PTSD, complex grief and often has similar symptoms to PTSD and will usually be more difficult for you to recover from by yourself. Any support or counseling that you can get will help you to be able to get your life back on track so that you don't allow heroin to destroy you the way it has destroyed so many others and Justin.

Please consider my suggestions,


Thank you!

by: Aaliyah

Thank you Debbie for sharing my email. And I do experience PTSD prior to this event and the effects have only trippled. I will be seeking therapy. I hope my words can help someone else in my position or maybe open the eyes of someone putting their significant other or family in such a position.

Suffering in silence

by: Anonymous

Beautifully written.

I have also been affected by heroin it has become a demon in my life since December 23 1984 when the love of my life was taken from me.

We were both using at the time.

I went straight in 1985 left NYC to raise my 2 year old daughter in a better place.

Three years ago, having several back issues I was prescribed hydrocodone. I liked the feeling and after being on them for awhile, I had to start taking more and more to feel the "high". I went to the doctor and told him that these were not helping much as that was true because what they fail to tell you is that you build up a tolerance.

I was then prescribed Percocet which I liked even more,and being an addict although clean for 32 years it was a familiar feeling,and I liked it and it didn't carry the 'dirty stigma", often associated with heroin.

Long story I'm trying to make short, I met a friend who was getting oxy and she turned me on to them and I began snorting them along with the percs. I was spending a fortune on these pills as they were going at the time for 20 a pill. This was going on unnoticed to my husband and children for about 2 years.

After a while my husband started noticing that all the bills I diligently paid for our whole marriage on time, were not being paid with the exception of the electric and cable. As any addict will tell you I did the best to "hide" my spiraling habit. Afterwards he started watching me with the money and limitations were put on the money I was allowed to carry.

Last February I discovered my daughter and her boyfriend were using heroin on a regular basis for months and I had no idea.

When she owed me money she gave me a bag and I got a sick feeling, but it quickly passed as I laid it out and snorted it. I used to inject it SOS snorting was new to me but instantly I was hooked. Also a bag was 10 dollars compared to 25-30 for oxy that lasted not even half as long as the heroin did.

After a few weeks I was hooked and the guilt set in and I realized that this was not going to end well. I had a needle in the bathroom and I wanted so bad to start injecting, but something told me that once I opened that gate there was no coming back.

I have Bipolar and addiction problems and I turned to God in prayer after memorial day weekend when I was so dope sick I wanted to end my life.

Today I am sober but it's been a daily struggle as this drug is so easily accessible in the town I live in. I pray for others that when they read Aalyia's story, as I know her personally, that others will find the help that they need ,because this story doesn't end well for many.

I look forward to each day,and I'm truly blessed to have the strength I have to fight these demons... Thank you for letting me share...

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