My daughter was always a challenge.She kept me on my toes, she was all about attention -- good or bad. In my eyes, she died at 12 and was again born at 13 as an addict and lived for 9 years. She was a beautiful, loving and caring woman who in the end truly wanted to be sober and get better. She was frustrated and wanted to know why others could get clean and she couldn't. Rebecca had addictive tendencies and would pretty much have tried everything. I would tell her in the last months of her life, that only she could do this, but would have to dig deep and find that reason to want to be sober and use all the strength she could muster and put it towards her wanting those things in her life.  I loved my daughter more than anything and this has really ripped my heart out that this horrible drug could have taken her from us. I  feel as if someone has pushed pause on the remote and I'm waiting for her to call and say, "Mom, please come get me,  I NEED HELP" except when play comes to push it all comes full force right to my heart and she's now burned to ashes on top of my table, this is going to take a long time for me and I want to help other young people to please not do this!!!