About this submission

My Father, a doctor, an anesthesiologist who worked for over 30 years in his field, was hiding something behind his hospital scrubs, something that would bring out his quick temper and aggression. While he was saving lives he fell victim to another form of disease: addiction. Things quickly spiraled, my brother Justin started using too. They became enablers to one another. In 2015 drugs would be the cause of my father’s death. I thought he had a choice to choose us or the drugs. But now I get a second chance at understanding this disease my brother struggles with everyday.

Join the Discussion