This is not being written so you can feel sorry for us. Hopefully, our story, although tragic, will be a wake-up call for anyone involved with prescription drugs. Our Beverly loved her family very much, and there was no mistaking this love. When departing or hanging up the phone, you were sure to hear, “I Love You.”
Her last year on earth was a mix of beautiful and sad memories. Beverly, our sweet Bev, began to change. A student in college, her grades dropped and she started to miss class because working became more important. Eventually, Beverly dropped out. We thought it was because she was trying to cover the expenses of moving.
Beverly started to lose weight and became distant. About a year earlier, she had gone to the doctor for back pain and severe menstrual cramps, and was prescribed pain killers and muscle relaxers. What started as a prescription for pain turned into an addiction ending in her death. Family suddenly wasn’t as important. Bev rarely had time to visit and hang out with “the girls.” Whenever we tried to talk to her about how she had changed, she blew it off, saying she was either tired or had too much to do. Because we were so close, we knew it had to do with her ‘scrips.
The excuses were always there: “I can handle it,” “I know people doing much worse stuff,” “I can stop any time I want to,” “It’ll never happen to me…”
Her boyfriend also knew what was going on, but didn’t encourage her to stop. We even found a rehab center that would take her, but she refused. Because Bev was over 18, she had to take the first step herself. She tried several times to take control of her life and stop, but, after a few weeks of the “old Beverly,” laughing and joking, the new one would return, sullen and depressed.
The roller coaster stopped September 28, 2011 when she was found on her couch in her trailer, not breathing. I remember getting a call from my son, telling me to come quick. I flew out my door, shoeless, and drove like a madwoman to her house. Beverly’s aunt was on the floor preforming CPR and I joined in. We carried Beverly’s lifeless body to the bathroom we got in the shower with her and ran cold water. We continued CPR, praying and begging Beverly to “just wake up”. Beverly’s uncle carried her back to the living room where we continued to perform CPR until the ambulance came, but it was too late.
Beverly would have me giving each and every one of you this message, because she would never leave anyone out. Beverly would never hurt anyone’s feelings. She loved everyone. Beverly did not believe us when we (the family) told her we were afraid of her dying from her addiction. Again in Beverly’s words, “You can’t die from Prescription Drugs. It will never happen, I can quit at any time I want. Don’t Worry I will be ok, people do a lot worse than me and they’re okay.”
Beverly had no intentions of dying and we, the family of Beverly Bonney, wish for the readers, whether mother, father or family friend, to learn from our loss and not wait but to act NOW if you have a child or loved one who has become addicted to alcohol, street or prescription drugs. Both Beverly and we thought we had more time, but we didn’t.