You inspire me. Every single day, I look in the mirror and see “walk like thunder” and I put on my brave face so I can spend the entire day just trying to be better, to do better, and survive.
You remind me to FEEL.
I am not going to assume how Whitney died. Maybe it was drugs. Maybe it was illness. Maybe it was sadness. Maybe her heart failed her. Maybe it was a combination of things.
Regardless of HOW she died the fact is she died AND she was an addict. When addicts die the shit talk becomes thick and…