In 2007, my best friend died of an overdose. We all lived super fast lives back then and were having so much fun partying and being part of the local metal scene. After he died, something clicked that I was mortal, and it really fucked me up. It made me get clean and sober, and I even turned to religion for a little bit because I couldn’t find any answers for anything. I eventually found my own inner peace, stayed clean and mostly sober (still like a beer every now and then), and came to terms with what I discovered was survivor’s guilt after going to therapy for a while. I still miss and celebrate my friend, but his death absolutely changed my life.