Jenn Marie Newton
Nov 3 · 10 min read

The first time I died

How I found the inner-strength to keep myself alive when no one else would help an overdosing teenage runaway

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At 17 years of age I died of a drug overdose.

I started running away from home at the age of 14. I clearly remember the first time I didn’t go home, because I didn’t want to be in that environment of anger & tension, so I just stayed at a friends house for a couple of days, then skulked home, head hung…

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