"I don't think the death of your best friend is something you can ever really recover from, you know? I'll be honest with you. The death of Namid affected me so much then, and still affects me till this day. Once I got out of that institution, I didn't know what to do with my life. I was incapable of higher education. My family was so fractured from losing all the children to Residential Schools that I couldn't stand to be at home. I turned to alcohol and drugs to try to numb the reality, but it always catches up with you eventually. Once the buzz wasn't fun anymore, I was left with nothing but fractured relationships to those I love, even less money than before, and still haunted by the ghosts of those schools. But I picked myself up. I'm getting help now. It's been over a year since my last relapse. It's funny, Namid and I were brought together by our mutual heritage which we kind of tried to still talk about and preserve under the watchful eye of administration. Now, without Namid here with me, I'm starting to learn that I can reconnect with him again through our heritage. My Elders on the reserve have been instrumental with my healing process. I hope that one day I'll be able to truly get back on my feet. I'm sure it's what Namid would have wanted.