This is a tremendous essay on one victim of the opioid crisis, as narrated by her brother:
Several years ago, I felt convicted to ask Tricia for forgiveness. She was in jail at the time. By appearances, I was a successful brother – a pastor – generously leaving his loving family to visit his failure sister – a felon – languishing again behind bars. In reality, our positions were reversed. She held all of the power, and I was afraid. I had no idea how she might respond. I knew she couldn’t run away – she was in jail, after all – but we had never really talked on a deep level about anything, much less about how we had hurt each other. I didn’t know how she thought of these things, or if she ever did.
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