I met Mallory months before her death. We lived in a boarding house together and the drug scene was picking up heavily at that time in that area. I watched people like Mallory and my younger sister struggle to gain control of themselves and it taught me the real stigma associated with addiction. It doesn't discriminate, it doesn't just pick the 'scum of the earth' people. Addiction grips beautifully sad individuals who just want to be themselves. Mallory and I lost contact after she moved out and I recently discovered the details of her death and it saddens me. I never remembered her as an addict but as a trapped soul, fighting to get out. I'm so sorry you never found yourself, Mallory. I know you probably don't remember me since we only knew each other for a few months, but I will not forget you and what you opened my eyes to and I will continue to spread your story and gain awareness of addiction. Please Rest In Peace.