I am starting this blog in honor of my daughter.  I have never done a blog before so I'm not quite sure how to do it but, here is my attempt.  My 24 year old Breana, we called her Breezy, was a very intelligent child.  She graduated at the top of her class with a 5.0 GPA.  She took college courses in high school and received more credit for the classes.  When Breezy graduated from high school she was working for two prominent attorneys and decided she wanted to move out to start her adult live.  So at 19 years old she got her first apartment and was doing very well.  Soon after she moved out she was introduced to drugs and very quickly became addicted to heroin.  At first she was smoking it but it didn't take long for her to move to injecting it.  She lost her home, her job, and her family.  We let her move back home many times but she would start using again. We were trying to do tough love thinking that if she hit rock bottom she would quit.  She lived in her vehicle and when she was pulled over for expired tags and her car was impounded she lived on the streets.  She became very good at pan handling.  She was an absolutely beautiful young woman and it wasn't hard for her to get the money she needed for her next high.  She also pawned everything she owned and then started stealing to have things to pawn.  I bailed her out so many times.  Paid off her pawned items to get them back, let her come back home and she would start stealing from us.  Again she would get kicked out.  After 6 long years Breezy was arrested and spend time in jail.  Part of her release included intensive outpatient therapy and rehab. She completed these programs and was finally in recovery.  In October 2012, we allowed her to move back home.  She enrolled in school and was pulling off a 4.0 GPA.  We were drug testing her every week, no one was allowed to know where she lived and we monitored her activity very closely.  March 14th I took Breezy to court.  She received some very bad news about her daughter and was told that she would have to pay child support.  She was devastated and didn't know how she was going to pay since she wasn't working and was focusing on school.  When we got home she said she was going to take a nap and when she got up she would clean her room.  I thought nothing of this as she napped regularly.  A few hours later her alarm clock went off and she wasn't turning it off.  I went into her room and found her lying next to her bed.  She was actually sitting on her knees and folded over.  I shook her to wake her up but she didn't respond.  I picked her up to find her with blue lips and no heart beat.  In her hand was the syringe she had used to shoot up for the very last time.  She was DEAD!  This was the worst day of my life.  I am doing this blog because if I could change the live of just one person her death wouldn't be in vain for me.  I am here for anyone fighting this addiction.