03/07/2026
I am sharing my story in hopes to save lives. My Israel was the love of my life, the father of my children. He struggled for 3 years, addicted to fentanyl. Many times, he cried in my arms, telling me how hard his battle was. He fought fiercely to kick his addiction, many times I found him overdosed. I learned really quickly that Narcan was always to be in my pocket. The last overdose pushed me over the edge; I refused to live in fear of losing him. I gave him a choice: you go to rehab or I'm done helping you; this is killing me mentally, physically, and emotionally. He said he was ready. March 3, 2024, was the day I dropped him off in rehab. I really thought we were good. Today, I celebrated Black Balloon Day, one day I wish I didn't know about . My heart weighs heavy; your birthday is March 9th, you would have been 41. After rehab, you were so full of life, starting school. I could see you trying so hard, only to lose it all to a fight you had with a loved one. You relapsed after 9 months; I lost you in December 2024. I can never let go of the idea that if people had taken me seriously, your life could have been saved. In honor of my handsome Israel, I am now making Narcan available for anyone and everyone for free; I have a lot of it available. Please don't be embarrassed; message me privately if you need it. I am in Toppen*sh; I will drop it off if needed. In honor of the love of my life, ISRAEL JR CISNEROS, I am making myself a Narcan distributor . PLEASE SHARE my post. Gone but never forgot.
