18 months ago I heard my fiancee hit the floor behind a locked bathroom door. Having to break it down, and witness him dying in front of me. Having to keep him alive until medics could arrive. 3 days later after hospital discharge he overdoses again, and remains in ICU for almost a month. All while stopping by the hospital every morning before going to work, having to cancel all of our wedding plans that were only 4 weeks away. Having to work all day, and keep it together in front of my patients. Having his dad staying with me for 4 weeks. Having life turned upside down and not knowing what to do... and yet 6 months later, knowing it was going to happen again. 2 months later hes dead. Getting more knowledge than ive ever wanted about addiction, and the mental sickness involved. Hardest time ever in my life, and then having to unravel the psychological and emotional damage that had crept up on me... and looking at life completely different from that point forward