Then he walked in. At first relieved he was ok, I then worried he’d be furious to see his 19-year-old kid sister snooping, but he was calm, peaceful. He told me that he’d not only been off cocaine for many months, but was working on understanding it so he could learn to counsel kids about drug use. We talked for hours that night. Finally, I went home, content that he was well into recovery. A young man full of so much promise, so much love and hope. A man full of laughter.
[edit: I'm being an armchair psychologist. To my knowledge, he was never diagnosed with depression, because I don't think he ever sought out psychiatric help. But knowing what I know now, the manic-depression-drugs cycle is very obvious. I use addiction and depression interchangeably, because for him, I think they were linked. ]