Rachael was my cousin's girlfriend. She and I had become very close after my cousin had a bad accident and almost died. She had lost her best friends two years earlier and as time went on, I could see I became a great comfort to her. I made her laugh and brought a sense of peace that she had a hard time searching for. When she died, I had no idea she was messing with methadone until it was too late. She was only 20 years old at her passing. Since then, I've have missed her terribly and it has left a big hole in my life. I was addicted to painkillers and benzodiazepines (xanax) myself and in seeing her laying in a coffin, I realized that could be me if I don't stop. Within three years, I overdosed, had a gran mol seizure,and had a near death experience myselfin whichI did meet my maker. He told me I had to come back because it was not my time. It was because of her death and my late fiance's (due to drugs)and my own near death experiences to get me offall that crap. Ever since being in the arms of The Lord, everything has changed for me and I haven't messed with pills in almost four years now.