My best friend from childhood, her cousin who lived with us. (I lived with best friend off and on) The cousin died. She had BiPolar (BP). Her Mom died of a heroin OD when she was baby and her Grandparents raised her, kind of. SHe had been in and out of programs, Residential Treatment Center (RTC)'s psychiatric wards etc... Addict on the run, hooking all of it. She was married and had a kid. Husband was a drunk. Last week she OD'd on the **** you clean your computer keyboard with. She was huffing the gas from can. She never had a chance. Never had any support as a kid. Always told to get it together, just get clean. Never given the tools. I HATE, HATE, HATE, Mental Illness. Her kids are left with a jerk. He has been stealing from her 87 yo Grandma. When my friend J called up there today he was drinking with her and some of his stellar friends. J is flying up there to put her Grandma in an assisted living. Did I mention I hate Mental Illness. Please send a good thought for her kid. I fear she has no chance.